Category Archives: Images
Jacquie Waldman Photography III
Image © 2013 Jacquie Waldman Whimsical, ethereal, and narrative photographs are Jacquie Waldman’s forte. She is a 22 year old recent Whittier College graduate with a B.A. in Art & … Continue reading
Jacquie Waldman Photography II
Image © 2013 Jacquie Waldman Whimsical, ethereal, and narrative photographs are Jacquie Waldman’s forte. She is a 22 year old recent Whittier College graduate with a B.A. in Art & … Continue reading
Jacquie Waldman Photography I
Images © 2013 Jacquie Waldman Whimsical, ethereal, and narrative photographs are Jacquie Waldman’s forte. She is a 22 year old recent Whittier College graduate with a B.A. in Art & … Continue reading
The Garden (Florence Helbing)
1. There was a narrator somewhere, giving names to things. I lived near a garden, was often dipping my fingers in the pond, disturbing that smooth pane of water. 2. … Continue reading
Hello, Monday.
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” – Matsuo Basho – Image © Vladimir Kush http://vladimirkush.com/
The Job (Taylor Wendt)
It was a while ago that we played in the rain and got excited at the simple thought of running to things that were far, far away. – Poem and … Continue reading
The Collector’s Favorite (Taylor Wendt)
He put her on a pedestal – a tiny one; she shrank to fit. He imagined her a personality with no wants so that she could sit and wait and … Continue reading
The End of A Life (Taylor Wendt)
Wraparound porches and lemonade, walking over with pies, and knowing that each moment you have with another person is a space like a room that only has an exit door. … Continue reading
A Fantasy (Kathryn Stroud)
If a white horse becomes a mythical being just by adding a horn, What might I add or change in myself to make me more than human? When fantasy writers … Continue reading
Traveler (Taylor Wendt)
Captive of a turning earth I once assumed was kind; I left the world and now I cannot leave myself behind. – © 2012 Taylor Wendt (Image © alicepopkorn)
Anticipation (Kathryn Stroud)
When you come back down from flying, from reaching up to brush your fingertips against the immortal blue dome just to see how it feels, I’ll be waiting. As you … Continue reading
Flowers (Taylor Wendt)
We argued once; You brought me a bouquet of roses as an apology And it fixed things. Now we fight long distance, Screaming until our lungs give out In order … Continue reading
