By Bethany Webster Drops of blood into water She watches the slow dark lines Billow and squiggle as they fall. Thin lines expand outward...

By Bethany Webster This is an excerpt from Bethany’s upcoming book of the same name. About the book and its message, she says that...

By Bethany Webster In my blood there is poetry In my blood are ancient stories You are there, too, my sister The red line all the way...

By Bethany Webster I took a walk today and beautiful colored leaves covered the sidewalk. I looked around and saw trees glowing with...