Red Poppies Once in the pit of a late afternoon, my father lay in a room, alone. A small machine,…
Make Believe Our only cover is time and the thin air of winter. Become addicted to something especially the idea…
Three Peaks on Kilimanjaro Once on the border between a dream and the Indian Ocean my father had turned into…
Delores Pollard has returned to collage in her 7th decade after a lengthy hiatus. For more about her, see the…
Frost In a deep chill of anger you and I turn back to back to stumble down diverging paths. We…
A Man and His Map ~inspired by Man Studying a Map by Clem Starck Clem, I have my own picture…
Refuse Once in Yachats, the girl encounters a vision of light. Gutted in the darkness of the hallway at night,…
Coming Home The door opens with an inhale of air I bring cold in with my parka. Here, the smell…
Yeva Chisholm is a collage artist and poet from the Willamette Valley, recently relocated to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where…
Salt III: Breathe The first time we smell the air we wail and cry. — King Lear For a long…