Butterfly Hands by Wanda Morrow Clevenger They said thoughtful words over a fine man over memorial weekend, we waiting behind waiting our turn, planning on a long wait watching our weight, cutting back on cigarettes and booze and salt none... Continue Reading →
Summer Brimstone by Wanda Morrow Clevenger Revivals were held at the fairgrounds in the '60s; 7 nights in 80 degree summer fired up long before sunset officiated by some hotshot from somewhere else brought in to shake the roof because... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 