This world is hard and heavy. Most often darkness rules; but in the sunlight somewhere sings every bird with broken wings. Broken Wings is part of an… Read more “Broken Wings by John Holland”
Author: joanspilman
Former teacher, writer of Appalachian Literature, short stories, and fantasy. Current publication, "This Will Never Stop" see Kirkus Reviews, Vol. LXXXXVII, NO. 22 Nov. 15, 2019. Also featured on booktrib, and Booklife. Has published a YA entitled "Sansablatt Head", and books for children under the general title of "The Waddling Dead". Received MFA from Wichita State University where she received the fellowship. Published in Southern Humanities Review, Short Story International, Carriage House Review,Willow Springs, Laurel Review and other literary magazines. Winner of George Garrett Prize for Best Prose, W.WashingtonU. Winner of Microkosmos Fiction Award, WSU. Winner of John Maier Award at Marshall University.
The Birth of Chaos by John Holland
The sky is indigo and indignant.
Chubb Illusions by John Holland.
As she dances she sings with sweet sickness of her lost love.
Northern Waters by John Holland
I knew a sea once
The Sky is Coming Down by John Holland
Wear me for a brooch.
Black Bulls by John Holland
You dare come here unarmed and mindless?
Water Signs by John Holland
Everything comes to the river at some stage.
Going Down? by John Holland
Floating . . . on the tip of a madman’s tongue.
If I Only Could by John Holland
Time . . . every now and then take out a pinch and breathe it in real slow.
Luna Blue, painting by Allan Harbour
Done in oils. “Luna Blue” by Allan Harbour.