Boo-hoo. There were no contest entries.
Write a story or poem inspired by this photo.
I awoke as the first large drops spattered against my tent.
Always seeking the painted sunsets
Excerpt from her memoir, “Hoosier Daughter”
So today I am bringing her Sangria
Leaves crunch underfoot
… anyone who turns in a gun will receive one hundred dollars in cash.
There stood Biddy, distraught to the point of madness
We’ll speak to the world as one,
In the voice of the human race
It’s almost over. Three candy bars are left.
His vessel lies dry-docked on the harbor shore
Straitjackets Fall 2021