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The Palimpsest Review - Volume 10

Palimpsest onLine!'s Professional Writers at Work

 
H. Kassia Fleisher: "Spinning Miss Stein's Grave"
Todd Davis: "Looking for theLight"
Prudence Grimes: "Writing My Father's Stories"
Jeff Worley: "Tapping the Wellspring of Language"
Ray Petersen: "The Cardinal Trait of the Writer"
Dev Hathaway: "The Art of the Story"
Karen Blomain: Two Poems
Len Roberts: Seven Poems
Len Roberts: Cohoes Theater (PDF Book)
Maria Jacketti: "Objects of Poetry"
Jim Manis: "Struggling to Publish"

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Sarah Etter: “Concaves”
Marissa Molina: "The Day I Wasn’t There" 
Andrew Timberlake-Newell: "Smokie"
Anthony Kocur: "To the Edge"
David Kim: "Young and Perverted"
Ryan Morini: "B – Movie Enthusiast"
Joe Giachero: "Whatever Came First"
Meghan Elliott: "Sound"
Veronika L Daddona: "Driver" and "Lamentia"
Ronell Smith: "The 1988 Holiday Barbie"
Charles Howells: "Bandwagon Patriots"
Andrew Noll: "Ten Feet Behind J.F.K."
Sarah E. Smith: "Autumn Skies"
Daniel Debiec: "A Morning in Missoula" and "into the rain"
Ryan Melling: "Hand in Hand"
Andraleen Zelonis: "Let’s Play"
Kevin Cope: "House Guest"
Becky Liscusky: "I Like Dogs and Frogs" and "You know the pan’s hot"
Amber Shinskie: "Scent of a Cherry Cigar"
Zachary Bricker: "Bedtime Story"

 

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Last updated July 3, 2004; first published to the web: July 3, 2004.

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Sarah E. Smith – Berks


   Autumn Skies

Only the scent of exhaust lingers as they pass,
As if it is a race to reach their homes.
They aren’t bothering to look up; 
There’s an aqua blue ocean loitering above.
Golden leaves flutter to the ground
So the trees won’t waste energy on them,
Forgotten as the sky.

The imitation chrome plays its tune at me;
“Stevie” flashes on the screen.
I answer and am questioned,
“How about we go to the Pagoda at Sunset?”
A grin consumes my face,
And all I can think is
That is why I love him.



Sarah E. Smith's poem appears here with his express written permission and cannot be reprinted or otherwise used without his express written permission.
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