The page has turned as it was in flames while Terry allowed such a chapter in her life to be consumed by her cleansing flames of self determination.     After abandoning the traffic median, her "island," she never once...

The conversation lasted into thelong tooth hours of the night.She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed...

You raised the words from the paper I wrote them on.Gave them sound and shape,then sculpted them into a song.Calm turned into storm.Fluttering up the wrinkled cloths.Lyrically reborn.Such joy to hear my inked down thoughts.A soothing guitar strum.A lingering...

     "Whore! Wouldn't wanna be you!" A hoarse voice slurred from the open window of a car idling at the intersection of Union st. and West Columbus Ave.         The "whore" in question stood as emotionless...