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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Time Could Melt Away

12.06.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Time Could Melt Away By Julie Ellinger Hunt We eat sushi in the dark on a cardboard box  while Coltrane sings about love. Then kiss on satin sheets lying on scuffed hardwood floors that would later shine for Mom when she comes to visit. Your hand behind my head. My […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Best of Us

12.05.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags The Best of Us By Galit Breen A breeze wisps my hair, cools my cheeks. Sliding off my flip flops, I cross my toes on the porch railing. The sturdiness of our home–worn wood, peeling paint–roughs against my skin. I don’t pull away. Bonfire remnants–delicious and smoky and crackling and […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Thanksgiving Dinner

12.05.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Thanksgiving Dinner By Joey Turner I’m breathing down the rusted-barrel of my heritage: my family; of an abstruse appendage that is somehow connected to my wire-brushed soul. And there you are pretending to smile, while fighting the urge to cry, with your comrades; traveling up the spiral staircase of my […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Fine Southern Farm Girls

12.04.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Fine Southern Farm Girls By Nicole Yurcaba We were the kind of young women who came home from a hard day’s work on the farm covered in tractor grease halfway up our arms, our biceps well toned from ten-hour days of pitchin’ bales, unashamed of the field dirt beneath our […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Three Hundred and Sixty Degrees, the Ultimate Ornament

12.03.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Three Hundred and Sixty Degrees The Ultimate Ornament By Foster Cameron Hunter Carolina’s blue unfurls. Serenity’s gate is opened wide. Ruby dances iridescent. Passion never sleeps. Summer sun’s vehement glower is spent, and through autumn’s  pied palette, hand in glove we traipse into the skeletal forest. Winter throws long shadows […]


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