By: Katherine Boyle There is and will be: a bath of moonlight shining into the solid ground.  We are before the snow, there are only pine needles  shivering beneath the trees, rattling in the wind and the icy rain of minutes and days,  silent and crunchy like the feeling at the edges of your blue … Continue reading Untitled


By: Samantha Hughes Tiny sanctuary  Holds fifty people  Contains strength  Of fifty million  Holding hands  Iron grips  Voices never crack  Rising loudly  Leader releasing words  Throwing rapid fire darts  Hitting bullseyes  Body is here  Soul in Heaven  Room catching fire  Atmosphere remains  silent still pond