I knew a sea once
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 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.
A long way home by John Holland
. . . she dances in the lonely desert of a man’s dry heart.
Abuse by John Holland
She trembles inside the silence of flesh vaults.
Any Town by John Holland
… tanned legs so beautiful they make your heart ache.