She smiles with delight
When the sprout first appears.
She defends against weeds,
She waters with tears.
. . .
The Sad Tale of Little Seth
Poetry by
Jodi Bowersox
I’ll tell you the tale of little Seth Sadly addicted to crystal meth. And though he was only five or six,
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Turtle
Poetry by
Jodi Bowersox
Turtle, turtle standing there. Turtle, turtle has no cares. What to do or what to wear, How to style your lovely hair To keep it looking good when wet. You never give a thought, I bet To bikini fashions or getting tanned. You just enjoy the cool, wet sand
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Moses
Poetry by
Jodi Bowersox
From humble beginnings to the mountaintop
From the pasture to the glory of God.
Unimaginable beauty
Unimaginable wealth
To hear His voice
To know His heart.
If you can’t stand the dust, get out of the country!
That is, in essence, what we rural dwellers are told when we complain about the offending powder that envelopes our houses, coats our window screens and rose bushes, and chokes out Aunt Sally’s BBQ birthday party. We’re labeled whiners and spoiled urbanites who didn’t count the cost of chip and seal.
It’s true it never occurred to us that we’d have to have a budget category for Dust Abatement due to constantly replacing air filters and vacuum bags, and paying our kids to dust the furniture every other day.
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Meet Darin Nilsson from Time Agents: Complications
Darin Nilsson rappelled down the wall in the rock-climbing gym as Fleur was climbing up to his left. It wasn’t a bad view. Although he’d say that Fleur Dupont didn’t really have any bad views. And he should know; he’d been watching her since his mid-teens.
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Meet Cory Slowenski
From Time Agents: Complications
It probably wasn’t wise to eat anything right before getting onto a roller coaster, but he’d be damned if he’d throw away delicious pie. He continued to eat it as they moved forward, and Lynisa quizzed him about jumping with real lightning.
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Meet Tiffany Morrow from Red Rabbit on the Run
Tiffany Morrow
College student
Rescued trafficking victim, although she escapes her rescuers
Dealing with trauma, paranoia, and other issues
Sneak peek
Tiffany closed her eyes against the onslaught of thoughts swirling like a tornado in her brain as her hands slid over a strand of hair. The feel of it grounded her, even though she recognized that the gesture she couldn’t seem to stop meant she wasn’t as well as she was before.
