Poetry
By: Karen O’Leary She ponders,holding a black crayon—assigned to capture naturewith the given medium. She catches the dean after class,holding up the black crayon.How does one capturenature with just one hue? Ms. Hawthorn,you have the insightof an artist. Don’t beafraid…
Poetry
By: James Aitchison Why retraceyour stepsagain and again?Why sufferthe emptinessof spirit?The swift pathawaits thosewho are freed ofearthly bonds.Knowledge of theinner selfpowers your way.I am the Voice,the Wheel that spins,bestowing wondermentand love, and you can beconfident even as you live.
Poetry
By: Lucy Sage Evening Walk To the EastThe Moon sinksBelow pink clouds.Purple plumes pirouetteTo the West.Ribs of orangeSlip behindPalm and oak tree horizons. The MockingbirdRocks on a wireFlips through her setlistIncluding a cardinal cover.A bluebird rests on an oak branch.The…
Poetry
By: Jim Bates Up early still dark outGet bundled up in long quilted underwearHeavy pants two sweaters bootsInsulated jacket wool stocking hat and heavy mittensReady to goHe steps outside and the brutal cold takes his breath awayHe stands for a…
Fiction
By Glen Donaldson Stella Cromwell was a once in a generation housekeeper. The calmness that came with keeping house – from dusting vintage wine bottles down in a cellar to the soft, rhythmic sound of a brush-broom as it swept…
Poetry
By: Christian Ward Summer Beginnings Clouds rollercoaster into rain.The block of flats oppositeis lighter than candy floss.Squint and you’ll see furniture,televisions, laptops, and Dysonvacuum cleaners levitating.The alley nearby – ruledby a gang of moss – is no biggerthan my thumb…












