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Re-structure

Circaadian Poems is staying on hiatus for at least a year.

If and when we return, we want to be in a position to PAY our contributors.

The pages will go private by November 1, so if you need to pull anything off, please do so before then.

Thank you for your patience and your support.

Still on Hiatus

Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are still on hiatus.

If you are waiting to hear on the status of a submission, please bear with us. We hope to get through everything and have our decisions one way or another in the next few weeks.

The intent is to go back to our regular Monday-Friday schedule as of Monday, February 4, 2008.

Have a joyful holiday season!

With best wishes from Circadian Poems

Desire in Passing

Desire in Passing
By Wren Fallon

Walk past
Your architecture attracts
Turn your head
The eyes seduce
Smile . . .
And I want you.

Unfortunately
You
Are walking down the street
And I
Am riding on the bus,
Never to intersect.

Wren Fallon has neither blog nor website, and that’s the way she likes it.

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Return Date Set

Circadian Poems plans to return on Monday, May 7.

With two devastating floods in six weeks and a bout of flu in between, I’m a little behind. If you have an outstanding submission, I will get back to you as soon as I can within the next few weeks.

Power is still a little wonky, and I’m not confident about how long the DSL will hold up.

Your patience is greatly appreciated.

Devon Ellington
Circadian Poems

Brief Hiatus

Due to the massive flooding and aftermath on March 2, Circadian will be on a brief clean-up hiatus until March 15.

We will see you then.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

inviting my muse

inviting my muse
by Sylvia C.

it’s a new moment, now
I’m sitting here
inviting my muse

asking her
what she wants of me
what she has for me
and what I can give her

she’s a sneaky lady
in all of her disguise
still only revealing herself
when I am fully ready

though she won’t
just take my word for it
i must prove to her
with an open heart
and a sincere soul

only she can tell
if I am ready

and only I can tell
when she has come

Sylvia C. lives and writes in Kansas City. Poetry and children’s literature interest her most. Sylvia also enjoys reading, going on walks, listening to music, and dancing. Click over to her blogs to learn more: www.dream-imagine-soar.blogspot.com and www.sylvias-journal.blogspot.com.

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Man at the Playground

Man at the Playground
By Harry Bernard

One would think,
in this supposedly
“Enlightened”
time,
the sight of a man
at the playground
wouldn’t immediately
trigger fears of paedophelia.

A man is capable
of staying home and
being the primary caretaker.
Even of triplets.
It is a challenge.
But if a man can walk on the moon,
he can take care of children.
And if a woman can bear children,
she can tackle the corporate world.
Especially if she prefers it.

I am not weak
because I like to stay home
and perform domestic chores.
Nor am I emasculated.
Just ask my wife.
Just ask my kids.
I prefer to nurture.
My wife is a natural warrior.

Yet if our children are
threatened,
we are both ferocious.

Harry Bernard is tired of the double standard applied to stay-at-home fathers.

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