A Bumpy Wagon Rode
By Samantha Hogue
I remember
The rough metal of the wagon
I was strapped inside.
"Autumn Mourning
by Emma Kilgore
There’s dust in his hair.
ashes: dried embers of the mountain’s mane
The door knob is old, cold to the touch. His hand leaves a mark like chalk lines on pavement...
Moments of the Brush
by Feylin Cook
Red ink stains your heart
filling it with love and affection
chasing away the anger and fury of yesterday
Telescope
Samantha Hogue
The cold night air scraped
Against the inside of my lungs as I walked with you towards the Safeway.
Before the entrance we stopped