Poisoned Dandelions, by Ann Boaden   

I remembered as I saw them. The poisoned dandelions. Long pale stems crawled in suburban grass-like arthritic snakes.  When they die naturally they stand tall until the ghosts of their sunburst heads bald to white nubs; then they lean to earth. Looking at those poisoned dandelions I was back on the street of my childhood,…

2 Poems, by Mark Kessinger

My Romance with Time Each morning. Every morning.Wake and name the day.Check the sheets for dreams.Stretch like I haveall forever. Parade thru this temple ofmini museums disguised asartifacts from other times.Greet them all.Let them know you. Breathe like it’s my first time.Every time.And the time after that. Flood the house with light.Go out and call…

3 Poems, by Rc deWinter

being feet swathed inseaweed    sitting at the edge ofthe sea   Ishiver in the cold Aprilwind   gazing at stars they mock me a singer withouta song   adancer withno partner a soldierwithout a weapon but the seasings for me   the wavesconstruct afortress roundmy feet   and in this safe placeI have no need of a weapon the candle…

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SHARE is an online literary journal that publishes fiction, non-fiction, essays, poetry and visual artwork, and features a new artist each month. SHARE is a space for everyone. Whether a writer, contributor, or someone who loves to read, SHARE is a place to come and create meaningful connections, build relationships and contribute something of substance…