Two Pink Lines

Brit Graham   We follow, unaware of the things born to us, luck, comets, pocket lint. We wash our straw-stick hair and note we’ve not shed as enthusiastically of late and white sheets remain white. A glass sits atop the…

Lullaby

Kelly Matthews English   Let me teach you how to lie. Each night locks turned   we sing: I’m not afraid to die.  Deep in sleep we meet   a heavier freight; face the stone space inside the mind. You…

December, Your Second Year

Kelly Matthews English   Last night crows paused on their way to roost in the sycamore outside our window   and we watched them bat and banter like any group of creatures in a small space.   They have the…

Review of “Starlight” by Scott Ely

Kevin Welch   In 1987, army veteran Scott Ely published his debut, Starlight, a novel that amidst the traffic of fiction failed to break even the longest of top lists for the year.  It is still not recognized by search…

Fishing Beulah Bay

Phil Morris   I remember this one day most specifically when fishing Beulah Bay with Daddy and Dr. Belue. Once Dr. Belue ran over a log full speed, while we were hollering at him, and knocking the outboard up into…