By Ryan Quinn Flanagan She tells me she woke up out of a dead sleep, that she feared it would be like last night, but she reached over and felt my side of the bed still warm so she knew it was nothing like last night. * The snooker boys call their shots which would … Continue reading “Broken Glass Under a Shattered Sky”
Time well-traveled
By Emma Woodford They knew their lives were shattered when he couldn’t find the key. Now she cries at every turn, tears like grains of sadness on her face. We love her house and feel her pain seeing our future in those grains.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 