Escape

By Ian Copestick As I walk there's a pleasant, green landscape full of young flowers, and trees so old. But it doesn't encapsulate the colours in my soul. There are dark, deep blues, purples and blacks Around the edges a crimson rage. Even now, I have to hold some of it back, or it would … Continue reading Escape

Just Another Night Of Country Dancing

By Dianne Moritz They come dressed like real dudes: faded Levis, tooled leather boots, silver concha belts, hair slicked back under cowboy hats, raring to Boot Scootin’ Boogie.   They sashay over, heels clacking on the wax tongue-n-groove, offer out a callused hand, swing you through the rowdy crowd, singing “Achy, Breaky Heart,” confident they’ll … Continue reading Just Another Night Of Country Dancing