For All Dorothys—After Toto
I know this. That strong thread that became her life, became your life— you, her special one. Love twins a bond that has no measure. I’ve had loves now gone. Still— they love me like salt.
Partly Cloudy
who knew? I was gone without a clock still avoiding shadows just before night always on this road dragging the dust, walking off walking on where perfection rests, I’ve always been erasing something. I watch hoping for angels, from this vantage point, as a day mixes without rain.
Creativity
like a balloon an intent coming through descent without need or expectation not uniform— judging by form and wasn’t real or near yet its place once set high now, grounding creativity— it was there I counted back to zero and began with no witnesses
Parsley in colours
Miroslava Panayotova
Judy DeCroce, is an internationally published poet, flash fiction writer, educator, and avid reader whose recent works have been published by Plato’s Cave online, North of Oxford, The Poet Magazine, Amethyst Review, The Wild Word, The BeZine, and a number of journals and anthologies. As a professional storyteller and teacher of that genre, she also offers, workshops in flash fiction. Judy lives and works in upstate New York with her husband poet/artist, Antoni Ooto (whose work appears elsewhere in this issue).
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