Bean juice affected the great-aunts like distillery fumes.
Author: joanspilman
Former teacher, writer of Appalachian Literature, short stories, and fantasy. Current publication, "This Will Never Stop" see Kirkus Reviews, Vol. LXXXXVII, NO. 22 Nov. 15, 2019. Also featured on booktrib, and Booklife. Has published a YA entitled "Sansablatt Head", and books for children under the general title of "The Waddling Dead". Received MFA from Wichita State University where she received the fellowship. Published in Southern Humanities Review, Short Story International, Carriage House Review,Willow Springs, Laurel Review and other literary magazines. Winner of George Garrett Prize for Best Prose, W.WashingtonU. Winner of Microkosmos Fiction Award, WSU. Winner of John Maier Award at Marshall University.
Resurrection
Originally posted on A Walk With Words:
https://mountainairdotblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/06/pexels-cottonbro-studio-8860210.jpg “Resurrection” was framed and hung with an exhibit of sculpture and pottery in the Boarman Arts Center, Martinsburg, WV…
WHAT IF by Llewellyn McKernan
No wonder they set out to find the Savior of the world. They’d seen him in action.
Faith by Richard Spilman
Grace . . . kept by itself in the drawer of a bedside table. . .
June Bugs by Richard Spilman
Insects have no sense of tragedy.
Age of Loss by Richard Spilman
The web pulses in the breeze — huge, white, glittering with dew.
Conditional by Richard Spilman
let him burn the house down
Come here by John Holland
And let the dance begin
Tilting by John Holland
He mounts Ego. That winged ass.
Once Upon A Mind by John Holland
. . .running riot through red rooms.
