The Lake by Shannon Viola

The Lake by Shannon Viola

Featured in Vol. 3 Issue 3, Autumn 2014 Header Image by © Leslie M. Browning I. Videnda My cousins, Corey, Lindsey, Hailey, and I call our grandmother Nanny, and our Nanny lives in a log cabin in Litchfield, Maine. Across from her street, there is a lake. We spend our...
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The Circle

The Circle

  Below you can explore our circle of wayfarers. Poets, activities, philosophers, teachers, artists, we’re well-traveled along the inner-landscapes of the mind/soul and the outer landscapes of the wild earth.   L.M. Browning Founder &...
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Apple Harvest by Kathleen M. Quinlan

Apple Harvest by Kathleen M. Quinlan

Appeared in Volume 3 Issue 3 Kathleen M. Quinlan has two poems featured in the edition.   Nine pairs of eyes—yours the wariest— narrow at our arrival, track us as we tumble out of the car into our grandfather’s arms. We cower, out-numbered against the locals,...
Only To Be Erased by Amy Nawrocki

Only To Be Erased by Amy Nawrocki

Appeared in Volume 3 Issue 3 Amy Nawrocki has two poems featured in this issue. Photo Left: © Russ Russimages Flickr   Because I am not thinking of the next moment, this one drapes itself, long and evident and words come to my mind only to be erased by others,...