| By Nellie Mooney | This little wooden church built on a hill it was a man’s dream, but it was God’s will. it came about many years ago The slaves had a dream But no place to go. They …
| By Julia Nunnally Duncan | The upstairs corner where my daughter sat in her rocking chair, reading or doing her homework, is bare since she is not there.
| By Amber Norris | My closet doors serve an important function. Behind them, each item of clothing represents a part of my life.
| By Teegan C | Summer begins with lettuce seeds strewn: hopeful bent around a belly. ~ Later, when the persimmon tree has grown heavy, has dropped her hot coals to smolder; When the stones have been spit, stepped on …
| By Martha O. Adams | This unique dawn breaks into tangerine peels scattered on night’s indigo platter;
| By Mary Stewart | Belching buses, engines gasping surfing rhythms of combustion Fire engines crashing cymbals
| By Martha O. Adams | What is given in a ten second pause before the launch of fork and knife
| By Janis Gingermountain | My life has been filled to the brim with food-related experiences from visits around the globe. Three of these are tastes of Greek life, culture, and most of all, food.
| By Janis Gingermountain | Forgotten at Forgotten Animal Shelter I had a way to make you not forget. Six-foot standing high jumps are my gig. I like it up there in thin air.
| By Clark Kimball | The Hero overhears his own true tale but does not recall it.
| By Julia Nunnally Duncan | I should have read poetry to him those summer evenings when we sat on the front porch of Autumn Care, our visit filled with silence
| By Diana DeFerrari | A mother’s night is not her own. Whether her child is fully grown, or a glint in her father’s eye.
| By Clara B. Jones | I am Pandora, caught in a grid of her own making, a lab rat finding no obvious means of escape except crawling over fences or jumping through hoops or teleporting to Pritchard Park after …
| By April Fox | They are relics now, standing side by side in crumpled parchment skin, flesh-colored stockings, sleeves and masks left too long in the fold pile slightly damp and scented of lavender, sunshine and mildew.