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A year ago, two poems were accepted for publication by The Argyle Literary Magazine. However, I was never notified and, on my own, I was unable to find them anywhere online.

I emailed the editor in June asking if I’d missed them somehow.

Fast forward to this morning when I discovered a response in my Inbox. Apparently, the editor’s home had been leveled in a tornado and the journal has been on “indefinite hiatus” since then. I don’t know what its future plans are at this time.

The editor told me he’s catching up on emails and my poems, imploring the hills to sing and sages astride 12 harlequin bicycles, were published in the March 2024 issue. Here’s the link and I thank you for looking!

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gathered mementos before me—

  • intricate paper snowflake
  • 8-year-old’s bumblebee pennant (“Be Your Self”)
  • green St. Patty’s Day beads
  • gifted key chains from India
  • sidewalk finds: peace sign, ocean wave pendants  
  • painted rock
  • watercolor print
  • B&W, small child (me) w/her daddy
  • favorite mug, broken handle facing the wall
  • poetry postcard from a good friend
  • Harry Potter 9 ¾ wooden bookmark
  • two oversized copper paperclips

any and each of which, still gladden my heart, still make me smile

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Seems every spring, just as our magnolia is starting to bloom, ka-blammo!, we’re hit with another cold, windy, freezing, nasty blast of winter. Stepping outside this morning, I see there are a few blossoms that don’t look too shabby. A nice reminder that spring is coming, though not as fast as I’d like!