Winter 2013: Poetry
Midnight Choices
by Kathryn Ridall
I awaken and she’s there crouched in the corner of my room hair yellow and frizzed eyes hungry crows one mole rises like a dab of tar from her craggy chin I am three, her cackle echoes with endless black intent small twitching mouse I scan my choices slide bare feet to the floor and creep toward mother’s bed a place already known to be cold as ice
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Enjoy the richness: thirteen poets, nineteen poems, and a diversity of style and craft. |
Three memoirists share their emotional truths in these slices-of-life. |
Our featured artist, as well as painters and photographers, provide colorful visions that will leave you seeing the world in new ways. |
Three emerging writers share talent and creativity far beyond their years. |
Learn more about the contributors who make us proud of our Winter 2013 edition. |