Butterbeer Recipe

I'm a Potterhead.  Like...a big one. I have played around with several recipes for butterbeer and ended up just mashing some together to create this one. In case you aren't familiar with it, it's a drink in the Harry Potter universe and can be alcoholic or not. I have always chosen the latter version, but... Continue Reading →

Poetry by Pat

Pat is an ex-weapons mechanic, army sergeant, and married 30 years this July. She has two children, Joshua and Aylisha, and two grandchildren, Christina and Cassidie. She lives on a farm with her two horses, Feather and Storm, eleven cats, and two dogs who are all rescues. Stephen King is her hero, horror movies her... Continue Reading →

Poetry by Sara

Sara is busy writing poems for #pridemonth   Here is one of her latest.  Make sure to check her out on all her links! Sara is a published poet who has been writing since her teenage years. You can find more from her on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Sara A Mosier- author and poet  Instagram. Twitter

Poetry by Katrina

“Blind choices” He couldn’t hear Couldn’t see Wasn’t deaf Nor blind at birth.   Didn’t care So he lost it Lost his eyes To the water His ears To the wind Her to a heart.     Katrina Thornley is a Rhode Island based author who graduated from the University of Rhode Island with a... Continue Reading →

Poetry by Laura

Corpus Christi Corpus Christi- hot, arid place. Land of the dead, where the earth is drier than bone. Body of Christ stuck in my throat. Little wafer, what troubles you have caused us all.   When Laura DiNovis Berry is not reviewing poetry books, she attempts her own hand at a craft she will always... Continue Reading →

Poetry by Katrina

“Toy Soldier” Sleep silent Little one, Hold breath Quench tears. One more day, One more time, Sleep silent Little one.   Katrina Thornley is a Rhode Island based author who graduated from the University of Rhode Island with a BA in English. She started a campaign to save a local park from development and has... Continue Reading →

Poetry by Laura

Fireweed I want to be your fireweed: the first thing that grows after the fire roars and the smoke rolls into our lungs but - I want to be your mountain peak: first sight of the morning to take away your breath, glistening, covered in snow but - Salt air brings back memories: I kiss... Continue Reading →

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