Archived: Last Dance by Nickie Medina

I remember the Animals knocking out the bluesy number “House of the Rising Sun.” I danced my last high school sock hop in our gymnasium just before graduation the next morning. My high school sweetheart and I circled the dance floor, totally unaware of what this night really meant. I would say good-bye to many…

Archived: Linger by Tony Park

  The moon whitened the tallest tree, as the north wind bathed it in a sweet chill, whispering, “Weave just a short time like the mortals do.”

Archived: Mr. Magpie by Tony Park

I certainly understand the exaltation of larks, but what about the pitched past pitched panegyric of magpies? Oh such a scurrilous chorus of well served scorn aimed at the world around them.   And I can tell you it’s not a dark drop of devil’s blood under their tongue, but a blue map to the…