Hemingway’s Life I belong to a village where dogs sleep in the street.Stage hard times parties and haunt bars that... Read More
In mountains of North Georgia,Way back up in the sticksCousins visit old maid aunts,‘twas nineteen sixty-six. A blustery evening,Giggly girls... Read More
These many moods of the churning cyclewith the wink of moonthe kiss of fogand softly glowing pink huessplashed against a... Read More
All the evil on the Earth thathave been spreading like a disease,since the day of birth.I know how you get... Read More
By JOE GABLE You can only bend so far before you finally break.Being pushed closer to the edge til no... Read More
“You can observe a lot by just watching.”Yogi Berra I watched/observed these recent scenes: THE LOST SHOPPER Senior man shops... Read More
This edition of Poetry Corner is dedicated to one of our long-standing poets, Chelle Lance. Chelle passed away last month,... Read More
Lost for wordsfrom those ancient hurtsthat have no name,no place,in this fresh blooming mettlethat wants it’s petalsto finally smell like... Read More
By LINDA SANDS You’re like the moth in my mouthCaptured alive, caged You’re like the moth in my mouthFluttering helplessly... Read More