Poetry: August by Lizette Woodworth Reese
No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,
Song In My Head: All In a Day by The Open Sea
Quote: “It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.” – John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
Recipe: Roasted Red Pepper Alfredo
Anywhere But Here: Tommy the Turtle, Bottineau, ND