Ticket to Heaven
Original Fiction by
Bria Burton
T he old man dressed like a silent film star: black and white suit, shiny shoes, a cane, and even a top hat. The hat sat on the bench and the cane leaned against the back of it. His head of curly white hair moved like a Bobblehead doll.
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.”