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cold and snow
without..
fireplace flickers
within..
hot coals stimulate
rising flames with
tips we notice
do not locate...
 Dec 2012 Sierra LaPierre
August
I want to be the one
That fills up your
Polaroids
Those polaroids
You keep hidden
In your drawer
That show me
Sitting on the bed
Bare backed
In the sunlight
From the open window
With my head turned
Looking at you
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
Hard times for dreamers
and that summer was the happiest haze ever felt.
Did you want to be an inspiration?
To inspire something,
anything,
beautiful in the world?

She slipped out her skin,
watched it fall in a heap around her ankles,
stepped from all hindrances
and became the invincible.

I am undefeatable tonight,
unbreakable
untouchable
and all I say is true.
Brittle branches,
brush across my frozen arms.
I'm facing absolution,
in this small winter town.

And I look up at the stars,
covered by the amber clouds.
Nostalgia crawls over my skin.
I can see my breath.

My hand reaches,
for something to absorb it's warmth.
But there hasn't been anyone there,
for a pregnant pause of time.

I wish that you could be absolute,
in your resolution to be different.
 Dec 2012 Sierra LaPierre
Tom Orr
Mosséd trees stand in respect,
a moment of silence.
Still breathing
but stillness dwells.
In amongst the green
a catharsis of orangey-red shades.
The Japanese maple poised,
chest puffed,
arms elegant.
Sight unstirred.

— The End —