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 Linda Scotto I watched Bill Leede shape his mouth like a fish and blow smoke circles into the air. I put my finger through one and pretended to spin it around. We were on a 10 minute break from the glass blowing factory, standing outside where we could catch…
