VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gary Maxwell

A Meditation for Monday Morning Proud, lifelong members of a mediocracy – they plan to die here. A quiet harbor. All that fills the air’s the scent of dead fish, stinking. Managed by seagulls screeching high above our heads, the daily droppings are their directives. In the belly of THIS beast I envy Jonah. AmericanContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Gary Maxwell”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Merritt Waldon

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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Emalisa Rose

For Jane, it was gulls High tide hyperbole, skin art and a barrel of fish without scales, tossed by the strength of the hurricane. Corralled in her current calamity, between land and the vertical, she clamors to crawl through the tundra. For Jane, it was gulls.  In particular, those with that herringbone pattern, and herContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Emalisa Rose”