Poetry: Maine Yet Miami by Richard Blanco
The soft harp of snowfall plucking through
my pine trees lulls me to peace, yet I still
hear the bongo of thunderstorms rapping
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Song In My Head: Dandelions In Bullet Holes by Sarah Harmer

Art: Laure Albin-Guillot’s London, the changing of the guards

Quote: “Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.” – Corrie Ten Boom

Recipe: Cuban Sandwich

Anywhere But Here: The Twisted House, Indianapolis, IN