IT’S NOT OVER TILL WE SAY IT’S OVER That’s why they’re called safety matches; duck your head before striking. That’s when the tarnished Indian elephant coin bank with iron-stripped flathead screw divorced both ribcages spilling wheat pennies, buffaloes, Mercury...
THIS THANKSGIVING This Thanksgiving my husband and I went to Atlanta to spend Thursday through Sunday with his very caring daughter Jim and I had gotten up at 3:20 a.m. and were at the airport by 5 My new husband ( not so different from...
Reality Check Artist Statement “I find great sustenance in the mother ship and all her elements. Coming from a classical and avant-garde theatre arts background I carry with me the proscenium to composite new worlds with my beloved and always surprising...
Photo by Matthew T Rader on Unsplash *** In the Trees by Britnee Meiser Contributor It was the summer of the cicadas. Usually I liked to walk around barefoot, to lie in the grass beneath the great oaks to evade the reach of the July sun’s sweltering rays. I’d...
Death of a Dandelion The day I died was not just one day. It was a year, maybe two, maybe three – It was slow. It was painful And it went unnoticed. The sun still rose. The day I died, I did not go coughing. There was no sobbing, no wheezing, I did not die...
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