
Claim dominion over the greener tide Frothing on your shores and foaming at The mouth

After Whitney chased her dreams to New York, I decided to follow mine down the St. Johns…

Let me make up a trick My turn to play I tugged her long silky, so pretty hair into the pool I wanted to taste it

“Why does the astronaut cry?” “Because he’s homesick.” “Where does the tear go?” “Nowhere. It’s stuck in orbit.”

Lisa Lucas, director of the National Book Foundation, in conversation with with Ryan Rivas, publisher of Burrow Press, about literature and community…