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Again and again it goes, this toddler vigilance. I turn to get a Go-Gurt out of the frig for her and she’s poking at her brother’s eyes again, like he’s got doll baby eyes. I change his diaper and stick another load of onesies and sleepers in the laundry and she’s painted the yogurt on … Continue reading Baby Figure by Diane Kendall Stevens

Again and again it goes…like clockwork. The creation of my annual herb pot garden. My personal Rite of Spring. During the cold and blustery March days, I diligently researched exactly what plants and herbs I wanted, although it was pretty much the same each year. Basil, tarragon, parsley, oregano. rosemary, thyme, sage, mint, and always … Continue reading Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme by Linda Freedland

Again and again it goesThe tide comes in, the tide goes outWhat is life if we never see low tide?Magical beauty lies beneath the tideBaby crabs scurrying to finda bit of water left behindClams squirting up while sinking lowthe mud once soil when left behind The shoreline unchanged morningto night. Tide comes in and goes … Continue reading Again and Again by Mary Perrin Scott

Again and again it goes around... grinding, scraping, scratching, catching. The toothed gear in my mind is sticking, oh, it’s even hurting now. Oh, ow, it’s like nails on my inner chalkboard. I didn’t know I could feel my brain. Come on. One more rotation of the wheel, one more rotation of the wheel. No. … Continue reading Imagination by Sunita Halasz

Again and again it goes "Squeak! Squeak!" The bilby is bouncing happily. The bilby is happy because she has found springy soil to bounce on. The bilby is launching off the soil and falling back down. The bilby has friends who bounce with her. Someone steals the bilby! "I will always keep you in my … Continue reading The Bilby by Oliver Halasz

Again and again it goes, the cry in my head to be emerged from the soil of then, as then, it was in the soil of now, and no good came of it. So now I lie shocked, watching the ruins of a structure decay as my old friends launch their spires’ constructions in its … Continue reading Again and Again by Galen Halasz

Again and again it goes… that miniscule amount of hope I see leave her eyes. It's a dimming of the light, the light that's normally bright. My daughter, six and already a thin callous crusting her heart. Her hope, soiled by the promises her mother thoughtlessly made simply to distract so her broken mother could … Continue reading Again and again it goes… by Rachel E. Smith