Here are snippets from additional summer/fall 2015 contributors:
Jacqueline Henry Hill’s excerpt from “Detour” goes straight to your soul,
another errand, same instructions.
go straight there. don’t stop. don’t talk to nobody.
stay away from those boys.come right back.
a dripping sticky moistness attacksher hairline,
dark visage,patent leather-shiny and dewy damp.
an adventuresome spirit whispers a daring detour,
safety secured by villagers, seen and unseen.
Dean Hathout’s opening lines from “Walking Past my Dignity”
To their cars and shops, to the flower mart They hurriedly scurry along
While I sleep on the streets, next to my cart
In places they say I don’t belong
They pretend not to see me, an inconvenient truth
To them, I am just a …