Seven Bridge Digital Magazine

The Visitor   The man who lived at the Pond, alone in a small house he had built himself, made room for a special visitor.   The visitor was coming…

The storm was brief but fierce.  Just the way she liked them.  It was her favorite part of the long summer months.  The cats hated the thunder; one took refuge…

Impossibly Beautiful Blue so exquisite the blue morpho the delicate aerialist cups and claps his expansive wings in languid beats as his iridescence shimmers through refracted and reflected light among…

Wellsbury By Scott Hilton   “Whole or skim for your Latte?” The barista's expectant eyes grab you while she pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “Whole and a…

  The Saffron Gatherer after Minoan fresco                                  Akrotiri, Greece                              Before dawn before heat of island sun shadow figures descend in dark to fields along rocky paths…

At four, you try and try again, say you’ll never learn but persist pushing breath through pursed wet lips in a silent stream of hope to master acoustic acrobatics.  …

After all these years, I still remember the whistles. Mortars did that as they reached their target, gliding through the air while singing the morning conversations of birds. Until they…

Brussels Sprouts A Free Verse Poem  By Karen Tichnor She always fantasized grown daughters would cook with her in the kitchen help wash dishes — chat it up talk about…

Norman, the leader of the pack, had a key position on the shelf. Third shelf down at eyelevel for most viewers. He had decided that enough was enough. He was…

  Lovell, Maine                                                                                     A Sunday in June   After the impact, the giant animal had writhed on the hood of Harry Bartlett's Crown Victoria Police Interceptor vehicle. It…