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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 16: SOLSTICE By Daryl Farmer, Fairbanks

SOLSTICE By Daryl Farmer, Fairbanks   The sun today is a drooping eye its lid lifting over the horizon and then, in early afternoon drowsily …

2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 15: MINDSCAPE By Amber Evan, Kongiganak

MINDSCAPE By Amber Evan, Kongiganak   It frantically wrote- It anxiously scribbled stories in and out of the world. There, animals talked all the time. …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 14: PEDESTRIANS By Anne Coray, Homer

PEDESTRIANS By Anne Coray, Homer   The names of whom we will never know; I thought to give them some—Mary, Jack, Rick, and Drew and …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 13: ALASKA RAIN FOREST TOWN By Dan Branch, Juneau

ALASKA RAIN FOREST TOWN By Dan Branch, Juneau   On an early spring day when only pastel craftsmen homes remind locals of sunshine and drenched …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission #12: LEAF OUT By David McElroy, Anchorage

LEAF OUT By David McElroy, Anchorage   Leaf out is begun, King James tells himself. Verily, the sap is risen. He strolls his boreal keep …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 11: NO BALLS, STRIKES OR OUTS By Beatrice Franklin, Juneau

NO BALLS, STRIKES OR OUTS By Beatrice Franklin, Juneau   The small boy gets in his pitcher’s stance, lifts elbow for release. Though there’s no …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 10: THE BIRCH By Eric Gordon Johnson, Anchorage

THE BIRCH By Eric Gordon Johnson, Anchorage An aged tree stood at the side of the road. Fist sized stones ringed its feet, beads on …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 9: QUIET MOUNTAIN for Shawn Lyons Poem by Jim Hanlen, Anchorage Painting by Brenda Jaeger

QUIET MOUNTAIN for Shawn Lyons Poem by Jim Hanlen, Anchorage He introduced me to the yin, the wet side of the mountain and its yang. …

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2021 Poetry Broadside Submission # 8: MORNING CHORES By Kaylene Johnson-Sullivan, Palmer

MORNING CHORES By Kaylene Johnson-Sullivan, Palmer Snowflakes land on my face, Tiny pinpricks of sky. Still dark, the wind is down, temperatures up, Five degrees …

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