Making Things
/Much is made of the “creative…
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…remember a sleepy afternoon in third grade. I’d been puzzling over our new vocabulary list. I was having…
By K. L. Shipley
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Connections
/…people around us who are only there for our money or services. Once that need wilts, you won't see them…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreDarkness Descending
/Happiness is fleeting, Sorrow is…
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Cut to black - let mournful yet triumphant…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreWorkin' Out My Chord
/My imagining of what Wayne…
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…friend Wayne is a very good guitar player. He's a musician. and the son of a musician. He knows about…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreAshes To Ashes...
/…my father passed away. I remember the cry I let out when my mother sat me down and told me. We were set to leave that morning for New Hampshire. The night before, I prayed to a…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreBeyond The Noise
/…first in this field, neither will you be the last. But remember, the footprints you leave behind, will be like no other's. Keep in mind this also, that someone some years ago once…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreFearful Symmetry
/Some part of our soul…
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… words that in combination resonant with mysterious implication. They are the last two words of the first verse of a poem by William Blake, The Tyger. I first read this poem in high…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreGood Friends
/A spiritual man struggling…
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…itemized lists in his hands, he moved slowly up and down the shelves of the St. Louis Mercantile next to the St. Louis cemetery. Cemeteries in Louisiana are very much a fabric of Louisiana culture…
By The Barefoot Cajun
Read MoreSleet
/…wet is falling from the sky. It’s an unsettled wetness that can’t make-up it’s mind. Should it be snow or rain? It shifts by fits and turns. Now sleet, then snow, then rain again. By afternoon it decides to be snow, though not a resolute snow. It lingers on the tree-branches but melts on the…
By K. L. Shipley
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