Kody Ford is a writer and lover of the arts. He hails from Fayetteville, AR, and is a graduate of the University of Arkansas and the University of Central Arkansas. He has worked as a professional writer for 15 years.
Poetry

Family of Flags

By Jamie Cooper The first flag of our family Is a tricolor flag & like most flags it is a flag of independence though it must abide by t...
Poetry

Instanbul in July

By Martin Bemberg There had been no rain that at first fell frozen when it did, At least this Fall, but wet from Bar I fell in home and slee...
Poetry

Image and Afterimage

By Jennifer Jabaily-Blackburn We met between cars on the Great Western line, Paddington to Penzance, smoking out the window. He was wiry &a...
Poetry

The Winds

By Marty Shutter What is it with the winds how internally they scurry us about ripping not yet dead leaves from trees throwing them to the ...
Poetry

The Hemingways Left

By Marty Shutter the hemmingways of the northside of chicago remain still ride their bikes leaving in their wakes destruction weaker women t...
Poetry

Why

By Marty Shutter The dust and rocks and asteroids meteors and cosmic rays showering ours and every earth every day must bring with them some...