by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…
By Harlan Yarbrough The family arrived late in the afternoon, after all the students—even the Trowbridge two—had left. Randall rarely saw aborigines and many parents and other locals had warned him “the blacks” were dangerous. These three didn’t look dangerous. All three looked thin, and the tallest, the father, Randall…