[Flute intro performed by Gideon Young]	



Lenard D. Moore
	
	50 Hummingbirds stilled in mid air.
	So striking.
	This collage on linen flutters me.



Crystal Simone Smith

	Desolate land, a ghost woman rises with the flute.


	Call of bells, placing troubles down into the marsh.


	Bent grass, a refusal to leave this land.



L. Teresa Church

	Hate catcher.
	Wire bedspring hangs in the wax myrtle tree.

	Unbirthing.
	The swamp pulls me feet first into her call.



Val Bullock

	The journey starts with a look into my past.



Gideon Young
	
	Synonymous.
	Face darker brown than my brown face. 
	Levitates above a light blue water pool surrounded by green, read and grey tiles.
	A snapped twig gripped between our teeth.
	A circles of paradise birds painted.
	The hope that one will land on this twig,
	gift a moment in its black pupil mirror.


[Flute outro performed by Gideon Young]