April 14: Lincoln’s Field by Sh...
Lincoln’s Field He practiced the alphabet on your broken clods, scraped with stick or toe until what sprouted bore...
posted on: Apr 13, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells
April 13: The Gift by Catherine Tufar...
The Gift The gift skipped over me and went to her. My daughter and my mother knit together, their foreheads furrowed...
posted on: Apr 12, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells
April 12: Pudding (Bajan Bread) by Ki...
Pudding (Bajan Bread) I think of it, the bowl of pudding mix in my grandmother’s lap. She sat on her old hammered...
posted on: Apr 11, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells
April 5: The Art of the Moors by Davi...
The Art of the Moors Last night the Moors loaded their artists on ships and sent them abroad. They believe they have...
posted on: Apr 5, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells
April 3: The Sublime by Matthew Brenn...
The Sublime “The sun is god.” – J.M.W. Turner When Turner lay dying, his curtained bed Butted against the...
posted on: Apr 3, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells
April 8: Rainy Sunday in September by...
Rainy Sunday in September It’s raining again, but I don’t mind. I remember the lazy September Sundays we spent at...
posted on: Apr 1, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells