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…
And now for the party… The Spring Writers & Artists Night will take place 7-10PM, Friday, June 15, at Vintage Paris. Find Vintage Paris? Click Here. Art will be showcased. The written word will be presented. Cheesecake shall be consumed. Writers and artists please check-in at the StateoftheOzarks table on the Vintage Paris Courtyard at…
Michaela’s Gallery by Josh Ong The blue sky drips down, mixing with pastel-colored naked girls in space. Michaela Kershaw is a young artist who is exhibited her art at Vintage Paris tonight. She was raised in the Ozarks. At the age of 12, she started to gain interest in art. In the beginning, she was…
State of the Ozarks Fest by Caleb Brubaker Photography by Joshua Ong “I am the goblin king!” shouted the big man dressed as one of Tolkien’s orcs. He continued shouting the words as he sauntered past booths of vendors, artists and artisans, adamantly insisting everyone come to his goblin feast. All sorts of folks gathered…
“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,…
The Skeletal Princess by T’iana Sage & Art by Kaitlynn Robinson There is a myth, told by the ancients, that within a grove, in a cursed forest, lay a skeletal princess. Her skull, wet with salty tears, be filled with the memories of the life she’d previously lived, and the thoughts of the life she…
Remembrance — I Am The Land Lying ‘Twixt the Hills by Edwin Woolsey A fond farewell to dear acquaintance, too soon dismissed… Like countless white clouds brushing the unblemished face of an azure sky, Momentarily casting darker shades indiscriminately on sun-dappled slopes. While far above, the red-tailed hawk reverently circles in contemplation… Of the land…
Writers & Artists Night We celebrate original writing and artwork throughout the evening with readings, art presentations, awards and music. And for anyone who thinks art events are quiet, stuffy things where you have to dress up and be quiet… well, you haven’t been to a SOTO Night. We know how to have fun. We…
The Outlander by Michelle Waters I am an Outlander Who lives on a high hill Overlooking a man-made lake That once was a rapidly rushing river Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware Hunted, fished, and created shelter For their families Where their children ran freely While red-tailed foxes…
The Tinsmith’s Gift by Tom Koob Stanley was a tinsmith, and a good one. He cut and molded and soldered tin into useful items- candle snuffers, jewelry boxes, ladles. Stanley lived alone in a small cottage a mile from the village. His home was alongside a rivulet running through a forested glen. Every few days,…