By Connor Kreger Chuck had been walking in the woods for 15 minutes when he remembered why he hated walking in the woods. Not only was it hot even in the shade, but it was so humid that he could almost see steam rising from the ground as he waded along. He had tried to … Continue reading Walking in the Woods
i miss the smell of the grass after it rains when the earth below is so saturated that it takes all of my self control not to kick off my shoes and bury my feet ankle-deep. when you inhale deeply, and the moisture fills you up up up up till you feel lightheaded with the … Continue reading after it rains
I adopted a cactus today, that never before saw the light of day. As a homecoming, I showed him the sunset. He didn’t react.
a compilation of shots taken on my evening walks near my beach
by Alec Meyer Staring didn't accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could. If I stand here long enough, If I let enough wind blow in my face, If I let the mud squish between my toes.
By Scott Esh Staring didn't accomplish much So instead I stepped down the staircase of clouds to the place I call home. A place hidden among the blossoms where my own pieces of heaven unfold. I take my heart for a walk through the forest bringing my inner sunshine despite the weather. Staring never accomplished … Continue reading Pieces of Heaven
As a writer, I know the significance of words and just how meaningless they are. “I would never hurt you, you mean so much to me, you're my everything." I know the pain of having another steal your painstakingly crafted work. Planting ideas, cultivating, allowing access to sunlight - “I love that joke! Our joke!” … Continue reading If We’re Lucky
Surrounded by city smells, gas and fast food, bacon in the mornings, BBQ in the evenings, the noise, cacophony, beating at my ears not remotely near the desperate tapping of the pulse at my throat a tree canopy, startlingly green, marred by the zooming vehicles and the incessant beeping of the deafening, jarring, angry morning … Continue reading Greenhouse
I chose the name "Echo" because that's how this all came about - a piece sent to a friend, a "What do you think of this?" and the response was a morsel of prose, the perfect echo. From there it became a search for increased creativity, and friends from all over the country have beautifully … Continue reading Echo