Coffee, Tea, or ?

by Charlene Pratt                 I missed my taste of you this morning. When I taste you, warmness fills my mouth,                              Glides easily down my throat, careful not to take too much, overflow may stain clothes.               To have you every morning, would I tire of your flavor?                                Lips touching the rim, an afternoon…

Crystal’s New Friend

By Anna Maldzhiev She thrust her hands into her jeans pockets, and bent her head against the cold, windy rain. Should have worn my jacket, she thought to herself. She’d been warned before moving here that no matter what the weatherman said; always bring a jacket or umbrella. When she arrived at the bus stop…

My Son is Dead

By David Drapeau The wind blew into the house as I stared upon my desk. My wife, Helen walked in the room upon fixing her apron. “You know honey, I can’t think while you look at me like that.” She turned away and gave me the eye, and her feet sounded like cement on the…

One Windy Morning

By Joel Hanson  Stepping out the door, Brock was immediately disturbed by the wind in his face. He checked the weather application on his phone. Brock hated wind more than rain, more than snow, heat, hail or sleet. Wind ruffled your clothes and sent you hat or newspaper flying. Wind got up your sleeves and…

Even Ducks Grieve

by Nina D’Andrea For many months, a Muscovy duck couple has visited my yard day in and day out without fail. They come to feast on cracked corn and bread. Once full, they leave together. Always together.   Inseparable.  I have observed and even remarked to myself about the male duck’s protective behavior towards the female.…

A New Beginning

by: Angela Berryman After she finished with feeding the last of the animals in the barn, Katie headed toward the main house to get the girls ready for their ballet class.  Katie is a stay at home mom, with more chores than your typical housewife. On top of keeping the home clean, caring for her…

The Blue Moon Café

by Charlene Pratt The air wasn’t saturated with smoke, drinks were in colorful glassware filled with the taste of sweet, bitter, dry and sour.             Chairs without iron, or lightly padded, but filled with spaciousness, comfort of a folder paper in a number 10 with a window view.             Lights were soft, not a darkened…

Feel Like Winter

by Kelley Egan The snow is slowly melting and I feel my soul drifting away. My eyes are growing tired and I realize I am not here to stay. The trees are growing taller as my body is growing older. Soon my skin will crack and my blood will turn colder. The moon seems closer…

Eclipse

by Emily Yandell The moon and sun meet for the first time. Day and night no longer fight to shine. The sun tells the moon to hold on tight, as The sun takes the moon on a marvelous flight. Day and night fade into one and love is the only light that is shone. Even…