A Precious Moment
Words by Julian Drury
Artwork by Amanda Chisholm
They tell you, run don't walk.
Run where, and how fast?
They tell you to run without shoes.
I can't run in boots, tightly laced.
Can you stand on broken glass?
Two bodies of water converge, merge
coalesce - incorporation.
To Paris, With Love
By Gretchen Gales
*Artist's Note: Contrary to the name of this note, I am no means a fantastic artist or photographer. But I post my feeble efforts because Paris, France is known for creativity, beauty, and art. With that said, I encourage you all to make art in honor of the strength of France during this difficult time. I look forward to seeing more art, writing, and photography from you, Fledglings.
Childhood has two worlds. There is the known world, where you find safety, security and familiarity; a world that stems from your immediate surroundings and normal routines. It’s the school yard, friends’ houses, home, the well-beaten sidewalks of your neighborhood, the local shops your mother frequents, the ice-cream store where you and dad ride on your bicycles, the near-by park and your backyard. Around all the familiar places is a boundary and outside is the other world: the unknown world. Larger and harboring hidden dangers, it is always hovering on the periphery of life. As the years dwindle by it intrudes, with increasing frequency, upon the known world, which has been built with such care.
Fire in the Woods
By Tabitha Peyton Wood
When fire in the woods doth burn
the logs aglow with yellow flame,
come water in your quenching turn
to make the fire tame.
Be sure to come in booming storm
and not in trembling little drops,
for only ‘neath your surest form
is fire sure to stop.
The shower that is weak of heart
evaporates and soon is lost
as fire burns the woods apart.
Be sure or pay the cost.
#Fire #Poetry #ComingStorm #TamingtheFlame
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Words by Shane Allison
Image by Claire LeFew
The face of Aunt Norris
when she saw me hanging
flyers for a gay poetry group on a bulletin board.
The face of Uncle Weed
Innocent until proven guilty or vice-versa or whatever works best to their advantage
By Joseph D. Reich
Today I was at The Dollar General
with my client
& there were these leftover
from Easter & wondered
what was the phenomenon
the point & purpose?
By Kiki Stamatiou
As he entered his apartment, Thomas James had a sense of peace instilled inside of his entire being as a result of tonight’s events. Love for one’s fellowman truly is good medicine for the soul, and strength for the spirit.
Talking Over Coffee
By Kiki Stamatiou
The night carried with it all the mysteries that are found within the heart and in the deepest realms of the mind. Tonight’s visionaries talked about the soul and how its torn bits can be mended piece by piece. Washing over the playing fields of life, the strewn make their mark in a world that was at one time cold and cruel, filled with visions of isolation, but tonight spoke to the heart that mended broken wounds, and healed up the wretchedness burning inside Thomas James and his dearest friend Milton Kinkaid, as the two of them walked side by side down to The Southfield Kitchen for a cup of coffee.