Untitled II

Untitled II

[title subtitle=”LINES and IMAGES: Jennifer Burchett”][/title] In my hibernation I have awakened. Through pressure, and restriction, I have re-routed back to the flow. I have caught the light upon the path, in my sails, and as one. I have breathed again,...
The Poet at Cherokee Village

The Poet at Cherokee Village

[title subtitle=”lines: Randi Bomar”][/title] Evening was at hand in the old village. Lavender sky gathered indigo edges, Bluing to twilight. Crow circled, Called, kept watch. I watched For you. Small crowd pressed through The glass doors onto the grounds,...
I Have 300 Pairs of Shoes

I Have 300 Pairs of Shoes

[title subtitle=”words: Marcus Coker”][/title] I have three hundred pairs of shoes of every shape and size. I have so many pairs of shoes, you won’t believe your eyes. I keep them in my closet, I keep them on the floor. They’re even in my shower; they’re...
Evening Storm

Evening Storm

[title subtitle=”WORDS: Ken O’Donnell”][/title] Rocking chair branches barren and bold bent with a sudden wind, this wind, but a breeze, not a gust nor gale gently tolled the dinner bell, when out of the clouds a wolf sprang to swallow the moon and...
Twelve Years Ago

Twelve Years Ago

[title subtitle=”WORDS: Liz Harms”][/title] Jessica M. had hot pink Mary–Janes strapped with bows, shining with real fake diamonds. Never a hair out of place on the playground. She was a mannequin from Limited Too. I had dirt on my skort and wood chips in...

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