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 Sheree McDonald I was reaching for my last cigarette when I caught a glimpse of the flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror. Shit. With a heavy sigh, I let the unlit cigarette fall to the ashtray where remnants of my habit clustered. A few moments later, the rim…
