by Heather Sullivan Francis Ford Coppola would have us believe that the blood is the life, but it’s really the change that’s the life. Without
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Poems Celebrating Change
by Emily Strauss Change One they say time moves in a straight line …………………..forward. They don’t look at round clock faces. . Change Two leaves
The Metamorphic Game
by Seth Jani I don’t know what change is…not really. I mean I know it’s constant, a sort of existential default, the shimmy and flux
Till and Reap
by Rosalyn Marhatta Writers toil in the vineyard of words, often under a fluorescent sun, sitting at a laptop or holding a notebook, hypnotized by a
Touching the Velvet
by Donna D. Vitucci Who can say what moves us to tell one story over another? Who knows what vein of emotion will slice a
Spare Change
by Eric Rampson Need change? I have a pocketful; I can spare some. Here are four shiny Illinois quarters, young Abe Lincoln flanked by a
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