Make a picture book based on a memory from when you were younger. You can be as creative as you’d like with this. Maybe your memory is losing your first tooth or learning to ride...
I was tired of convincing Lisa to smile. Every time we sat down with her, she simply crossed her arms and stared at me through a set of deep, solemn eyes, her mouth refusing to...
The Face of Winter She stands— a frozen flower; frostbitten. A gaze that could wither the sturdiest tree is aimed at the right. Bull’s eye. With skin fairer than Snow White, the Face of Winter...
A note from Caleb Happy second Saturday of May! This week, I'm delighted to focus entirely on two pieces of art from the May 2022 issue, which should have—if it hasn't already—arrived for our print...
The great beast tipped with an army of acid claws it sported a color blue so deep you could fall in and no one would see you sink. It’s favorite kind of prey were the...
Make a picture book based on a memory from when you were younger. You can be as creative as you’d like with this. Maybe your memory is losing your first tooth or learning to ride a bike, but you could add in dragons or a ghost!
I was tired of convincing Lisa to smile. Every time we sat down with her, she simply crossed her arms and stared at me through a set of deep, solemn eyes, her mouth refusing to curl into a smile. It was a shame, really. She had a plump figure and a lively blush on her cheeks that suggested she was really someone enjoyable to be with, however, her permanent frown told otherwise.
The Face of Winter
She stands—
a frozen flower;
frostbitten.
A gaze that could wither
the sturdiest tree
is aimed at the right.
Bull’s eye.
With skin fairer
than Snow White,
the Face of Winter
ignores all else
while being
trapped within her
dark restraints
that weigh her down—
the only thing keeping her from blowing away
and snapping in ...
A note from Caleb
Happy second Saturday of May!
This week, I'm delighted to focus entirely on two pieces of art from the May 2022 issue, which should have—if it hasn't already—arrived for our print subscribers. (Once again, we apologize for the delay!
The great beast
tipped with an army of
acid claws
it sported a color blue
so deep you could fall in
and no one would see you sink.
It’s favorite kind of prey
were the ones with the sanded wooden sides—
the ones that bobbed up and down
and were filled with goods.
The beast lurked just beside that snow capped mountain
the only home it ever knew.