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 Jon Pearson Bobo the hippo stood on top of the hill and mashed down all the yellow weeds. He stood all by himself breathing in and out with his big belly, because to be such a great big thing was the only thing he knew. It was like having…
