My Long Goodbye to Instagram

A fellow writer and I were recently lamenting the vagaries (so close to the word ‘aggravation’!) of the current iteration of Instagram. The black hole of time suck it has become, not to mention the effect on one’s mental and emotional health from scrolling mindlessly...

Female Faith Poet-Susan Cowger

Susan Cowger confesses she was the ‘black sheep’ in the family, not quite fitting into the mold of family vocations–nurses, pharmacists, sensible people. Instead, her first language was art, a calling that led to a BA in Fine Art (1977) from Montana...
Contemplate {a #poem}

Contemplate {a #poem}

I’ve no chisel but this pen chipping at paper like stone, carving words, not to build but bend graphite like steel, curve the bones (Dear God, not break) but lay in place and then form a space to hold a new edifice, sculpt and rest and tap some more while You...