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 Kristal Peace Mother used to stand Five foot four, She was proud Of her ability To do sums. Mother used to dream Of doing more Than being paid To drown her pride In other people’s dish water. Mother had an accent She said it kept people From seeing her…
