Cole Murphy, Take Shelter

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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James Mendur, The City Monk and the Country Monk — A Conversation in Haiku

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Kari Lynch, Student Body

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Debra Levy-Fritts, Children: Cities

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

[et_pb_section bb_built=”1″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.0.93″ background_layout=”light” text_line_height=”1em” text_line_height_last_edited=”off|”] Children: Cities Debra Levy-Fritts   Seek the welfare of the city… — Jeremiah 29:4-7 What blessing can be made, what listening in, lifelong shade, really, to guide the steps away, the living out the life made? A chorus of harmony. Please. As if a shelter of peace. Amen.…

Sara Kumar, Anne’s Lament (A Letter from Anne Hathaway to William Shakespeare)

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Archana Kannan, A Suppressed Great

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Christine Irving, Listening for What the Walls Might Say

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Alan Gann, last important thing

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Brenda Gaba, Nightlife

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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Rhett Forman, We Are Singing the West

By Writers Garret | April 27, 2018

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