sugared eyelids brushed by cotton candy hair blowing in the wind I glide atop iridescent wings through ancient lands and kiss strangers in the sticky fog the cavalry is closing in pitchforks and hovercrafts they always come up empty time is mine utopia in my…
ignite the sapphire and tangerine turn the dial right bigger bigger bigger its sharp crimson tongue begins to swipe it wants to taste to me I can tell a finger or the pad beneath my thumb I could let myself simmer here a fire so tame even in…
There’s moments without you. Sweeping weekends and slippery weeks. Months when I fear you’ve abandoned me. Or even worse, that I’ve somehow abandoned you. I never could, you know. Not truly. I think even in these blocks, you scatter my mind. Unconsciously and unaware, writing my e’s in…
New York and I have this understanding. A pact or even better, a pinky promise. It goes like this: as long as I keep admiring her, she’ll keep me safe. If I don’t look for her dark allies or rats, then she won’t show them to me. Sure,…
On the chilly morning of Dec. 8, Pearl Graham, known as Wheatland’s “Tulip Lady,” died peacefully in her sleep. You might have known her for her tulips, spunky jokes, or place at the bingo table, but until now, only a few knew about the courageous life she lived. …
As leaves change and fall sneaks in, many thoughts of seasonal treats and festivities arrive along with it. For some, this might consist of spiced coffees, football, or piecing together a unique Halloween costume. For Wheatland residents, however, fall immediately equates to one thought – or place –…