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Between one town and the next, I spied in the distance twin lanterns casting steady, white light into the night, throwing tree limbs and grass blades into sharp, black relief. One lamp hung above the other, appearing like the eyes in a face cocked sideways. Perhaps in curiosity, perhaps madness. No matter how close my … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Artificial Illumination
While passing a farmhouse late one summer evening, I overheard the weather forecast through an open window, the local meteorologist calling for light showers very soon. Though I saw no clouds in the sky, I took shelter beneath an overhang out in the field behind the house, making myself comfortable as the sun finished passing … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Chance of Light Showers
When I stopped at a well in the woods, I found within not water but a wretched waif. A pale figure curled up on a bed of grass and crushed flowers, the hands cupped over their head the picture of abject sorrow. Their voice bounced off the stone walls up to me, distorted and muffled. … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Wretched Well
When the moon drew too close, we retreated indoors and barred the windows shut. Mystified, I helped with the task of preparing for a siege, but once the work was done, I tried to be on my way. The townsfolk would have none of it. "It's just a lunar eclipse," I argued. I was standing … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Silent Eclipse
One evening, the stars looked down at me and asked, "Wanderer, you have traveled so far. What do you seek?" I sat below them on an open, grassy hill. Points of light blazed overhead, like colorful jewels set in a black velvet cloth, twinkling expectantly. "Hope, I think," I replied. For a moment, they said … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Bravest Thing
By Mattie McAlavy She isn't aptly named. Summer the season is heat, heat, heat and dappled skin and sweat and laughter on a breeze. Popsicles melting, sweet tea sweating, heavy green boughs sighing in the sun. A feeling. Summer (the) Baker is "dynamite with a laser beam" - pinpoint-direct and molten and focused, focused 'chaos.' … Continue reading Mattie McAlavy: On S.G. Baker
By Madison Ferril Mischief is too base a word for what glints behind her eyes. It is more the beginnings of a maelstrom, or perhaps it is a hint of the spark that set the universe into motion. Some would call it magic, but that term is neither broad enough nor narrow enough to capture … Continue reading Madison Ferril: On S.G. Baker
By Lyle Hall Not too long ago, on a terrible day, I thought I should try something. Something I knew, I knew wouldn’t work. It ended about as well as could be expected; with me lying on my back in the dirt. That was when I really saw Summer. 'Ha, nice one. Are you alright?' … Continue reading Lyle Hall: On S.G. Baker
By Rebekah Cannon A traveler in the truest sense of the word. Her form a mere physical bond holding her to the earth as her whole being journeyed beyond what any world could hold. She was a creator of life in the dreams she conjured.
By Jennifer Archer There was a cautiousness about her. She was careful about sharing herself, always watchful and gauging those around her, taking their measure. If lucky enough to gain her trust, you were treated to a glimpse of her sharp wit, her keen sense of humor, wry and cynical, a level of intelligence and … Continue reading Jennifer Archer: On S.G. Baker
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