Tag: Featured Writing

We feed the poorest of the poor children at Santa Elena Primary School. When the recess bell rings the children pore out of the ancient yellow and green concrete building … Continue reading The Shilling by William Gilbert

A number of years ago I read a book that mesmerized me. It wasn’t a steamy romance or a spine-tingling thriller. It was a novel set in Paris and chronicled … Continue reading My Little Hedgehog by Linda Freedland

ButtonsButtons areButtons are littleButtons are little worksButtons are little works ofButtons are little works of artButtons are little works of artButtons are little works ofButtons are little worksButtons are littleButtons … Continue reading Buttons by June Kozier

I call you my affection whoreever climbing on my lap for contactlately, my fine-food snob waiting fortoasted croissant flakes placed on your tongue you will do anything for either pleasure … Continue reading The New Addition by Leslie Sittner

You sit perched uponthe kitchen windowsill.Jerusalem outlined behind.Mary and Joseph oneither side. The babyJesus, a small black pebblefrom the beach of sand.There you are, mylittle black Jesus.I hold you in … Continue reading Ode To My Little Black Pebble by Mary Perrin Scott

down from the heavensa drop of waterfresh and coolupon your hot skin reflected on its faceall that isall we pass byand miss in our hurry held withinlife giving moisturewhen added … Continue reading held within by Janet Burl

turn it over tenderlyturn it over tenderly shhhh shhh shlook at this a minutesee look how it’s darksee how it’s dark herehow it curves how it’shard to see look at … Continue reading Mirage? by Ron Lavalette

“Oh. Excuse me, but your foot is in my crotch.”“Sorry.” He adjusts his position. “Better?”“Much. Thank you.”“You know, you’re rather pretty.”“You didn’t think I was pretty last night?”“I don’t remember … Continue reading The Pig Farmer in the City by Linda Freedland

If she wakes from a dreamof satiation, satisfaction, sensation,what does she say to the manin her bed?Was it you? Are you magic? Do I know you?Will I like you?Whatever did … Continue reading Untitled by Ruth Ann Dandrea