Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

The Way it Rolls

Some of you might know of the poetry slam The River ~ Journal hosted after Christmas or the one on Valentines Day. Some of you might know we opened the new Literary Lounge to be the House of Slams. Well on Friday we host the first Skit Slam – a Video Free for All contest….

A Mothers Goodbye

While you sleep the little girl you try so hard to hide sneaks out and spreads her wings across your delicate cheeks. Opening your arms in a stretch of a baby’s content releasing the twelve year old pressures wound up by day. We leave you sleeping dreaming of butterfly kisses on sun-lit beach days. Hand…