By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…
by Marcelle Thiébaux There was a wrecking site on the corner where the old Associated Supermarket had been. I used to pass it, always the same gaping cellar-hole with dirty planks slapped over rubble. Only yesterday I’d seen the crew blasting with jackhammers, breaking mortar into slag. They wore hard…