K.P. Davis: Nell—On Being Prepared
She’d gotten good at fortifying a space quickly, but it took constant vigilance, keeping the rice bag full, and coffee enough for the morning.
Michelle Bitting: Drive
I do love driving Mama in it
now along the coast highway, cranking the windows, folding the top down so the stiff fishy
breeze stings our noses and make our curls fly off the backs of our necks.
Michael Simms: Serenity Park
Out of the chaos of the parrots’ desperate calls had emerged a texture of beautiful sound, and none of them would ever be lonely again.
Luray Gross: The Boy and the Mockingbird
Once in a time not so
long ago, there was a boy
generous enough to share
his name
with a mockingbird
Video: A Bear Remembers
A local boy is trying to find the source of the mysterious sound that haunts his village. When he shares his footage with an old woman it sparks memories of an ancient bear spirit that roamed the hills during her childhood.
Gerald Fleming: Two Somethings
He could have run marathons, triathlons, could have blundered through densest jungles barefoot, quick-macheted, and not been prepared for this. He could have caressed the skin of a hundred women or men, every texture, every shade, but now this….
Kahlil Gibran: War
One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that the empty socket bled.