Poetry and Illustration by Ruth Ann Cutler



Criminal:   Ricocheting around the violent, spinning hands of time. Recoiling the wished upon stars, tears and snow, falling like copper casings.   Echoing whitewashed reminisce, of the ravaged, passages of herstory. Rocketing through bloodstained boulevards, in a flighted Bird, targeting glory, on overheated, Michigan treads.   Spinning through the seasons, with the spinning lead... Continue Reading →

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