. . .running riot through red rooms.
Category: general fiction
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 Black-and-White Photography of Edward Weston, by Richard Spilman
Here is what color cannot do,
unmask the homeliest form.
Danvers, Illinois by Richard Spilman
There were words straight as corn,
VISION by Llewellyn McKernan, poet
I breathe a perfume made just in time.
CAN YOU DRAW, by Llewellyn McKernan
Can you draw the sap from a wild cherry tree?
I SHOP FOR TODAY, by Llewellyn McKernan, poet.
Everything we’ll ever know
takes off it shoes, wiggles it toes
I WAKE, by Llewellyn McKernan
. . . faith moves the world in a little wheelbarrow.
WHEN I SLEEP, by Llewellyn McKernan
When Midnight comes,
it’s saintly as the dog
wading in the stream
of the Very Odd.
Joan Spilman 