Snapshots and Like Mother, Like Daughter

By Kavita Sarin Snapshots Deep within the recesses Of An old, decrepit, iron trunk Lie remnants of lives once lived. As I reach out To pluck with my bare, shaking fingers Memories of a past not yet faded, An odor of sadness permeates my being. A weak, antiquated, yellowing Manila Holds reminiscences of lives That … Continue reading Snapshots and Like Mother, Like Daughter

“Broken Glass Under a Shattered Sky”

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”