Junebug
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement,
as they desperately fled sweaty fingers
covered in chalk dust
and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug
True Florida Stories
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement,
as they desperately fled sweaty fingers
covered in chalk dust
and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug
“Raise your hand if you want to be happy,” Julie Abrams-Bernier, a psychologist, asks the room. Eleven hands rise. … Read moreGrowing happy
John Cipriani’s shoulders barely jump when the cannon finally goes off in a puff of smoke. The sound of its fire is familiar to the 82-year-old, who has the composure of a captain … Read morePreserved in smoke and stone
A collection of poems by Vivienne Serret … Read moreMamá, Ángel, Florida
April Zee navigates a gravel path between an open meadow and a thick forest. She steps off the path into tall grasses where scattered mounds of dirt peek up at her from the ground … Read moreRoots of rest