by Dee Allen MARCH 26, 2022—8:30pm to 9:30pm PT On this Saturday evening,I take a breakFrom electricity. Decisive move,Hand to wall switch.Lights off. Candles on. Lit match to a few candle wicks.Shadows on walls and ceiling shimmy,Dance to flame’s spontaneous rhythm. Dimly litComfort zone, filled withComfort food on a plate,…
By Carol Hamilton Today is Halloween, and the sky does not look spooky…but I remember our house of many demons set back on a rutted Ohio road at the edge of a ravine that roared with snowmelt, dried up in summer, birthed a hillside of infant snakes one spring. My middle…
By Carol Hamilton At 34,000 feet or so, I love the little maps that appear on the back of the seat in front of me. They show me where I am, the planned route, the lands and seas easily connected with red dashes and arrows. I read the startling temperature…