Half-Past

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HALF-PAST

Erin York

 

The shadows br e  a th e that it’s

Half-past     noon again.

They whisper wisdom

From mouths with no teeth,

Hands {clapping} in               not-so-silent                      encore

Of the sun’s demise

That’s Music to My Ears

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THAT’S MUSIC TO MY EARS

Kait

     Enrichment………self expression…..stress relief…..all this and more; the advantages of free music programs that should be created for communities.

     To begin, musical programs enrich young lives in more ways than one. Young kids usually have trouble making connections between things, but music in general lets kids think quicker on their feet, so to speak. Children learn to establish

Halfway Through Tomorrow

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HALFWAY THROUGH TOMORROW

Kathleen Clark

 

          There’s always going to be pain

                        something quirky and insane

                                    about life.

Halfway through yesterday

I found myself flying head first into tomorrow,

            trying to outdistance

Oh, no! Stranded in India

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OH, NO! STRANDED IN INDIA

Joney

     I was almost stranded at a station in a village whose name I couldn’t pronounce. I was teaching in the southern part of India, in a place called Tamil Nadu, at a small village. It was at a 7,000 foot level in the mountains. Mountains are called “ghats.” The village was Kodaikanal and the school was Kodaikanal International School.

    We had a long Christmas vacation so students could travel to their home country for their vacations. The students were all boarding students from many countries. I wanted to see as much of India as I could at this time. A young Indian piano teacher, Roger, friend of mine, said he lived in Kalimpong. Kalimpong is on the boarder of Napal.  

    “Sure, I would love to meet your family.”

     Roger already had his train ticket. I bought a train ticket. I was put in a cabin with three men!—–in a different car than my friend was in. The trip lasted four days. I had a top bunk. I climbed up and watched the men. One was an

What are we being prompted to do?

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WHAT ARE WE BEING PROMPTED TO DO?

Joe Stierheim

     At a recent writers’ meeting, six writers set about working on a “prompt”. A prompt is an exercise in which a writer writes on a given subject for a given period of time, usually five minutes. The purpose is to determine how much and how well can you write in a short period of time. The results may be funny, good, silly, sometimes profound, but always