by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
By John Survivor Blake It was three years before I ran away. My knees docked at the altar, tight top-button and clip-on tie anchored my neck, my arms outstretched as February branches; shivering for new life, prayed blessings came in flocks. It was four years before my first crack-pipe, prayed…
