By Jacqueline McAleer the shining I can see your hands from across the cemetery(I always knew we were similar Wandering insomniacs in the moonlight Not upset, just disturbed)But what I can’t reason Is how they came to be so red, so bright I’d kill for hands that proud Even among all these dead things, lives … Continue reading the shining and Other Poems
Thinking of Dad: Hank Williams, Patti Page, Roland, and Me
By Leslie Knibbs My first memory, he's standing at a jukebox in his restaurant in Echo Bay. It's the fifties. Roland's two-tone '57 Lucerne is parked in its usual spot parallel with the building safely out of harm’s way at the end of a long line of customers' cars, pick-up trucks, two Indian motorcycles, and Hog Hurley's … Continue reading Thinking of Dad: Hank Williams, Patti Page, Roland, and Me
Academy of the Heart And Mind 