View from the Mountain Marc J. Yacht 10/25/2018 The air is thin but pure As icy gusts chaff my skin while a mother eagle soars and eaglets fill her nest. My parka is strung tight Against the severe…
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The Gulf October 25, 2018 Marc J. Yacht Pristine and then discovered They looked for gold There was none But there were soaring birds. Giant Frigates and plumed Egrets Graceful cranes and the Cormorant Pink Flamingos and white…
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Florida Heat Marc J. Yacht 10/25/18 October and in the 90s’ Not the way it should be Need some shade and water The heat will be the death of me. The air is thick as molasses The humidity…
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TWA members showed up in force at the 2018 Royal Palm Literary Awards. The Florida Writer’s Association publishes a short story collection every year. This year’s edition, Where Does Your Muse Live?, included stories by many TWA members: Chet Meisner,…
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Please join us for our monthly meeting. November 7, 2018 6:30 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. Barnes & Noble Carrollwood Bring the first page of your novel to read aloud. Share your work for instant feedback. Receive kind, constructive critique that…
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And when I saw you once again You’re much the same somehow It fanned a spark in fantasy But we’re different people now For just a bit my heart was warmed Remem’bring anyhow Some of what we had back…
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Into the pub hobbled Terry O’ Toole On crutches and bandaged and patched “Wot ‘appened t’ ye?” asked Paddy, th’ keep, “You look like ye’ve been overmatched.” “Twas me n’ Mike Finnigan, we had us a fight As you…
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I’ve grown this new stuff on my face It grew from a place without trace Right now resembling torn lace Or some expectorated waste It hangs there silent, gray and dull From follicles once daily shorn Unlike the stuff…
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Owner hired a barkeep to spell ‘im through the day Guy who’s fresh from eastern town says, “What about affray?” I whack ‘em with my ball bat, it tends to calm ‘em down All except this guy, Big John, who…
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Though Winter gazed upon her, the face of Spring has endured, for the clock in my heart has stopped. Thus, unspoiled by seasons adrift, I cherish this gift, unfazed by time, that renders eternal the beauty I see. Yet, such…
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