“Survivor,” by Sandi Keaton-Wilson
SURVIVOR by Sandi Keaton-Wilson There will be a time for singing! If your door is closed, barred shut, go now to open a window— and fly up and up and up! Look for gentle hands to reach out, soft
By Sandi Keaton-Wilson|2017-10-30T10:27:53-04:00October 30th, 2017|Domestic Violence Awareness Month, Southern Voices|1 Comment
SURVIVOR by Sandi Keaton-Wilson There will be a time for singing! If your door is closed, barred shut, go now to open a window— and fly up and up and up! Look for gentle hands to reach out, soft
By Sandi Keaton-Wilson|2017-10-15T11:37:31-04:00October 15th, 2017|Domestic Violence Awareness Month, Southern Voices|1 Comment
STOLEN FLOWERS by Sandi Keaton-Wilson Bruises, shades of twilight sky, shine underneath her eyes, no lie or makeup can hide. Her screams, her dreams are a daily nightmare of pain; words make wounds that take even longer to
By Sandi Keaton-Wilson|2017-04-23T22:23:31-04:00April 22nd, 2017|Southern Voices|6 Comments
************************************************** FARMER Something about his face took topographical semblance to the soil where he toiled. Each year plowed furrows deeper in brow; erosion took his body like the backfield. Weather worked both man and land Head and hand and