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issue 10.02   ::   fall 2020
Scary Bush

Our bravest contributors have shared with us some of their more earnest efforts from the misty past. Scary Bush should not be reviewed while in the process of drinking liquids, and the reader assumes all risk.

Secret Spark to Evening Star

Clarice Hare (age 17)


Jacqueline Doyle (preschool)

The little angel flew and flew.
Then she took off her wings and walked away.


Flower Conroy

The Buck

Lisa Creech Bledsoe

He bounded over the brush
with ease. Animals watching with
respect, awe and fear. His great
antlers brush against the spring
leaves. He goes bounding, bounding
into the distance, pausing once
only for water at a stream,
his reflection shining in the
sun. A shot rang out,
and he jerked and slowed
his pace. Another shot. He
staggered and fell to the ground,
and quietly died.


W. David Hancock

The Moth

Lisa Creech Bledsoe

His wings, gray and silver
propel him quickly
to the leaf. A great shadow
came over him. A tremendous
beak scooped him up and
carried him into dizzy
heights, then dropped him
fluttering, fluttering to the
ground. He fell on the leaf
and quietly died. The moth.