Shot At and Missed by Dave Loftin Dad’s call for help came right at calving time. The old brindle was in obvious distress. Of course we couldn’t get close enough to help much so we called for the vet and started moving her toward the barn and working pens. This turned into quite a merry…
Alfred’s Sarsen Stone by Edwin Woolsey The young prince was missing late in the afternoon, secretly playing the part of a minstrel for the unsuspecting Danes at Uffington Castle. Alfred sang like a bird for his enemy’s enjoyment, determined to learn their battle plans. None the wiser, the Vikings sang back, carelessly disclosing everything he…
Dead Ringer by Lisa Livingston Martin The giggling announced that the Women’s bathroom door had opened. I glanced at the clock. 11:48 p.m. I returned to my notes, turning the pen in my hand as my mind worked over the scrawled handwriting. The phone started ringing. Not the phone on the desk behind me. The pay…
“I’m a visual artist, not a poet,” says Christine Riutzel. “But when I read Medda’s poem, I could see a really strong woman.” “Baal-perezim woke me up early one morning about five years ago,” explains poet and singer Medda Beam. “A certain line entered my mind while I was still dreaming and struck me as peculiar,…
Writers & Artists Night September 23, 2016 by Joshua Heston My heart is full. Nothing compares with showcasing amazing beauty and talent of my best friends. Saying thanks doesn’t say nearly enough. But it is with deep gratitude that I can say these folks are brilliantly, amazingly talented and it is an honor to know…