by Jasmine Janelle Royer She walks with her head suspended in tree canopies, never casting her eyes below the silver lining of the existence her God displays for her as shewakes to meet the sun, come morning.She is a brown angel glowing from within the deep base of a body sighing from strengthwhen…
by Ann Boaden It always began in brightness. He was home again, and a boy, and he and Amanda were in Narrow Lane, behind the house. The sea singing a long way off, like a sea in a shell. Mandy’s hand in his. Just the two of them, the beautiful…
by William Heath After the game there is alwaysa soc hop in the gym: we dancethe stroll, the funky slop, the jitterbug,the bunny-hop, and still find time to twist and shout. Bill Halley, a kisscurl on his forehead, starts us allrocking around the clock, girls wettheir pants screaming at a…