My Two Guardian Angels
Essay by
Dallas Nicole Woodburn
G rowing up, I was often told by my parents that I have a guardian angel. The only proof needed was my harrowing birth.
Stones
Original fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
Everything he’d loved he had to sacrifice until he had nothing but stones.
Art & Photography
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- Grizzly! | Photo by Andrew Furgal
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- Spring Firsts | Photo by Patricia Crisafulli
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- Photograph by Pat Commins
Whispers in a Bubble
“This pain, that runs so deep, shows me the height of the love we once shared.”
Fiction by
Daniel K. Kim
Wild Honey
“You ever watch bees? One goes out, finds nectar, and starts buzzing. Pretty soon the air is full of them. People ain’t any different.”
Fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
The ‘Firsts’ of Spring
Tricia’s Blog
T his is the season of firsts, eagerly and duly recorded: first robin, first daffodil, first leaf buds, first day above sixty and then seventy degrees. In the northern part of the U.S. where I live, such firsts are savored as incontrovertible evidence, more telling than the date on the calendar, that winter has finally lost the tug of war and spring is winning the battle.
Lazarus
Buddy told Father Simpson the whole story in one breath… “We want you to resurrect him.”
