Fallow Ground
Bogeyman Dreams by Edward Ahern
As a child and young adult my dreams were sometimes tortured by beings who thirsted for my powerless body or soul and I entered awakening with quaking relief. These dreams…
PoetryThe Name Cascade by Edward Ahern
The Name Cascade The same names percolate through a family like a roof leak. And except for the Juniors and Seniors, no outsiders notice. My mother’s father was Edward Willman…
PoetryThe Storm Wind by Edward Ahern
gusts and surges like an unchained guard dog, strewing dust and pollen, flashing the naked underside of leaves, and tossing meadow grass like ruffled bear fur, spinning from side to…