Creative

by Ellen McAllister It sits, brown and smooth with  natural wood swirling, twirling about. With a blue paisley strap that she  always wears with a smile and  Six golden strings strummed, plucked, and picked.  I’ve heard the sweet silky notes, felt them warming my soul. …

by Liam Kenehan Colors spilled on the blacktop canvas of a parallel world; Protected from the apathetic tires and hurried footprints, By the glistening laminate of post rain in moonlight. Man’s invention had never birthed such beauty. Nature and technology were united in marriage, Their …