Touchstone by Michelle S. Campbell
May31

Touchstone by Michelle S. Campbell

  “Touchstone” by Michelle S. Campbell   I talk about you less I guess because I just want to leave with what I came with. Not an extra bag of emotions like all the other emotions to weigh me down. Just a clean and light step in another direction. Oh yeah, of course I was hoping you would pull up a chair and sit with me. Me with you. Offer me that coveted space at your table. A spot on the faded shelf of your...

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Wingspan by Valérie Prot
May31

Wingspan by Valérie Prot

  “Wingspan” by Valérie Prot     My creative identity is a way to live a parallel life.   ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Valérie Prot Artist Statement: Valérie Prot lives in France where she teaches English. As a kid, she used to live near an abbey tower that she had always considered as the center of her own compass. Now residing on the other riverbank, this is...

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Unmeasurable Distance Spanning Between Us by Suzette Bishop
May31

Unmeasurable Distance Spanning Between Us by Suzette Bishop

  “Unmeasurable Distance Spanning Between Us” by Suzette Bishop   I wonder if my Pokanoket ancestor Would tell me it’s good there’s a rattlesnake in my ceiling duct, Scold me for not helping it escape, Just leaving it there to disappear or die, Remind me I’m the invader, My condo complex, most of North Laredo, open ranch land When we first moved here over twenty years ago. McMansions, posh apartment complexes, and strip...

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Prayer by Rozann Kraus
May31

Prayer by Rozann Kraus

  “Prayer” by Rozann Kraus   at the foot of the hill I am the tree from the fold of the branch I am the leaf from the twine of the leaves I am the nest from the warmth of the nest I am the egg from the crack of the egg I am the bird from the wings of the bird I am the sky from the wild of the sky I am all breath deeply inhaling I birth all that is all that was all that is to come I am the hope that this is the...

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The Water Holds Our Stories
Apr26

The Water Holds Our Stories

We must live these waves. …   The waves of language, of words, are irresistible. They beckon us to venture out through the surf, to trust our knowledge, our skill, our instinct, our craft, as we ride the waves.   Alison Hicks, from WAVES: The Event   Read More _________________________________________________________   mañaina [our elders], in sotto voce murmurs send wisdom in sea foam power atop waves that...

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