By: G. Louis Heath Our summer cottage stood at a bend in the creek, a beautiful spot on Earth, unlike no other to us. Here our family memories, good and bad, found a home. It was our special place infused…

By: Lisa Anne Maryniw The air is crisp Breath rising in the Winter midst Darkness covers the vacant Streets of Mind and Soul. The Body is frail Dying from absence of food and shelter The Soul is crying from the…