I laid in my bed, caught in that sweet reflective space somewhere between waking and sleeping. Through my mind danced images of the cottage where […]
Author: April Barcalow
I Won’t Be Sad
I will not be sad, When seasons change and the winds blow and every leaf falls from the trees; nor when the sun returns to […]
Winter’s Structure
On a busy street, just outside the crowded downtown, there is a building. I’ve watched it emerge from the rubble practically since its conception; layer […]
Race Day
Each year, as the weather begins to cool and the summer sun begins to wane, our tree-lined streets are barricaded. Groups of neighbors congregate on […]