By Katrina Johnston Sometimes Tricia’s sons played super heroes. Kayden, her youngest, pretended the sunglasses were night vision scanners imbued with infrared. Maybe Gavin too, although he was three years older and not overly imaginative or much wiser. Maybe he had tossed their mother’s glasses over the fence and into Gary Sitwell's yard. Tricia hoped … Continue reading Over there Beyond The Fence
While Dancing With Boys
By Wanda Morrow Clevenger at the Coliseum one Saturday night while dancing with boys some pissy prom queens robbed me lightened my bag of compact, lipstick, perfume leaving the money I took it as a compliment
Academy of the Heart And Mind 