Hot. Like a shower you can’t

sing in. Damp. Odorous/Odious.

Mildly relaxing. 


Tresha is an Invented Name
Tresha Faye Haefner


If I had been a boy they would have named me Jonah. Which means dove. But all I think of is the would-be-prophet who got swallowed by a whale for trying to run from God.


Volume XLIV

Artwork by Julie Hamilton

"Alchemical Poetry" - Dreama J. Kattenbraker, mixed media on canvas, 36" x 60"