Poetry
Grave Robber by Lianne Kamp
I crawl under the blanket of evening and press my ear into the soft ground – listen for the voices that were silenced here eyes cloaked and soul exposed –…
PoetryDeep and Wide by Lianne Kamp
This small town is as deep as the layers of life echoing beneath the streets and as wide as the breath of the wind that whispers their stories
PoetryThe Woman in The Tree by Lianne Kamp
ted beneath the ground calves invisible inside the wood bark grew shiny where the feminine body prepared to expose a hint of thigh. There it was a shapely ass and…