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Featured Poem: Artifical Tears

By Connie Wanek Tears sometimes come in a bottle. Twist it open and apply drops several times daily if you haven’t enough of your own, if you’ve begun to see light where there is none, on a humid night in the country, black and brooding. Nothing. And then a lightning strike. But sometimes darkness is the symptom: an ink spot, a stain, a crow … Read More Featured Poem: Artifical Tears