By Nardine Sanderson The wild hare and the golden edge. On the hillside past the woven pathway lays the golden edge of daffodils with loyal faces in the light I rubbed my eyes in comparison they too looked towards the glare And wonderful was that view, I could not help but stop … Continue reading The Wild Hare and the Golden Eagle
“Jane Doe #503”
By Laura Potts Yes. Back then, I was child of a garden and pavement end. When homestead old was forest and fire, and high were the gold robes of fields which rose to my run, some say I tore up the moors. On that cold morning and grey, before day burst down a valley … Continue reading “Jane Doe #503”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 