Seth Rash

Whispers of 412 West Cherry Street

In the early evening of cool Autumn, When the time for thinking and talking is just right. You can hear the moon whisper back the words of forgotten conversations. Sped upward by the crisp, light air, They are left undone and rain quietly back to the upturned arms of Maple, Elm and Beech. As one […]

Julie P. Stanley

Deep Home

I am here tucked into the warm wet wrinkles. I live here in my womb. No one else has ever been Here, though they enter over and over. they are just pacified there at the aula. yet it is my fear that they will come invade occupy my home my womb. It is the only […]

Andy Barnes

Sleeping By the Sea

The full moon is pure liquid lantern light Flowing through the boardwalk to the sea. The sandcastles lie in the silver night, With the wind and the waves and you and me. We wait for the tide to sweep us away In gray swan ships of water and surf. The stars will all fail to […]