It was the summer of ‘89when Leo and Jackie hiredworkers to replace the tan carpetwith a mahogany floor.It was a scorched earthfor three months.Leo’s fair skin burned.Jackie would slap him on the back.He shrugged off the stingshe’d laugh, making him chuckle. The newlyweds elected to leasean apartment in the meantime.There was a balcony overlookingthe Naches.Jackie caught a … [Read more...] about Lessons Learned in 1989: Empowering Women Today, By: Andrew Cyr
Portrait of a Cereal Killer, By: Gordon Roberts
Tower of colour and right angled cornersPictures of Tigers small toy includedRow upon row of anonymous numbersChemical hooksUnnatural looksVouchers for funDeteriorationOf healthAnd mindFrom young … [Read more...] about Portrait of a Cereal Killer, By: Gordon Roberts
Macreme, By: Michael H. Brownstein
I cannot get a grip on this--race replacement theory, genocide, violent intolerance.Nor can I find an endpoint--words and prayer; poetry, maybe; a mural, perhaps. --Ahhhhh!— I grab a long piece of eighteen-gauge waxed cord,a few yards of blackened jute, half dozen pieces of hemp,a nice sized piece of bright red feltand begin the art of knot making,one small circle … [Read more...] about Macreme, By: Michael H. Brownstein
The Borderers. A Tragedy, By: William Wordsworth
ACT I. SCENE Road in a Wood.WALLACE and LACY. LACY. The troop will be impatient; let us hieBack to our post, and strip the Scottish ForayOf their rich Spoil, ere they recross the Border.Pity that our young Chief will have no partIn this good service.WAL. Rather let us grieveThat, in the undertaking which has causedHis absence, he hath sought, whate'er his … [Read more...] about The Borderers. A Tragedy, By: William Wordsworth
The Black Stones Of Iona, By: William Wordsworth
Here on their knees men swore: the stones were black,Black in the people's minds and words, yet theyWere at that time, as now, in colour grey.But what is colour, if upon the rackOf conscience souls are placed by deeds that lackConcord with oaths? What differ night and dayThen, when before the Perjured on his wayHell opens, and the heavens in vengeance crackAbove his head … [Read more...] about The Black Stones Of Iona, By: William Wordsworth




