By: Linda M Crate i was born american, but i dream of wales; my grandmother is of complete welsh ancestry but i am the one that dreams of forests and green grows restless in these bones of cities and towns…

By: Hyeonjin Yang  I’m walking barefoot through the rain. Overflowing, creating a river of seconds I’m building a dam called memories. Opening arms like Father Sky, hoping I catch them all Blazing comets fall to the earth, each emanating distant recollections…

By:  Lynn White All those lost people wandering the streets, perambulating among the purposeful passers by. Loose souls, dreaming products waiting to be fixed in frames, or pencilled in, placed on a page, or stage, stabilised, finished by my hand….