The Wooster Voice

by Maggie Young

by Gabriel McCreath to hear dark evening chords of swampland frogsong. to drive through a thick fog. to sleep like the racoon  in a heap of fur on the curb. if the road can kill, then the road can raise to a place of honor— …

by Wyn Caudle I lay down in my bed A soft cool pillow against my cheek A hum from the fan below I wait as my dreams reach and my brain becomes bleak I wake floating above  Colors at last dancing out and soaring Swirling …

by Lain Patton I had a dream I was a mouse in the Family Guy house and Peter Griffin kept trying to grab me. His stomping was so loud and his voice echoed. I woke up from the dream super sweaty and with a bloody …

by Co Clark i dreamt last night  i sat under an olive tree  eating a watermelon slice and in the distance i saw a kite flown by a free man happy, free, and fed as we all should be