Call for Cascading Poems DreamweaverBy Andrea Stuart I stepped out of your dream and cut my hope on longing.You wore a partial smile and half of a hug on your …
Sometimes growth doesn’t shoot straight up like a geyser. Sometimes it sprawls and meanders like a river—unpredictable, unruly, out of frame. Lately, I’ve found myself in that kind of growth. …
Slipping into this year has felt a bit like spelunking. It’s that feeling of sifting and crawling through predictability and suddenly stumbling upon something unfamiliar—a little frightening, but also somewhat …
Click. Snap. Beep. Whirl. In a world saturated with fleeting images and digital noise, we remain steadfast in our belief that print photography’s palpable nature allows it to capture the …
+ By Desiree Smith-Daughety + Photos courtesy of Mary Ella Jourdak Aisle after aisle of the Michael E. Busch Annapolis Library is adorned with a mosaic of book bindings that promise everything …
+ By Alexandra L. Hostetter + Photos by Ila Davies Her name was Amanda Ford. Or so I was told. Lady of the Night or Woman of the Streets are the other names …
+ By Desiree Smith-Daughety + Photos by Mary Ella Jourdak Aisle after aisle of the Michael E. Busch Annapolis Library is adorned with a mosaic of book bindings that promise everything from adventure …
Deadline: October 2, 2022 Sometimes syllables dangle off of incomplete thoughts and raw emotions. Sometimes the voice goes mute, the hands freeze, the feet lose the rhythm, and the mind …
When I walk through bookstores, old or new, eyes widen as I creep along the shelves, nose to the bindings and fingertips gently gliding through the air above them. When …
