Three poems by Marietta Wooters: Eventide Shadows of the eventideBreak through my little world. My work day is doneUpon the rug I curl. I sit … Read More ›
Category: 1977
Hello again, I enjoyed putting together the first Mosaics I could hardly wait to begin the second issue. I hope to make it a monthly … Read More ›
Treasuredby Remelda Gibson Remarkably appealingWith large brown eyes and dark brown hairLittle Kelly continues stealingPraise from people everywhere. Delightfully play-loving;Without a care to trouble him,Clever … Read More ›
SOME YEARS AGO when I had published about 35 Boxwooders on a monthly schedule, the idea arose of stretching the run to 100, and somewhere … Read More ›
NOTE: Material herein was obtained through the Manuscript Bureau of the National Amateur Press Association. STRIKE!by Paul Burns THE TELEPHONE’S JARRING woke us both up. … Read More ›
NOTE TO NON-NAPA READERS Again you must pardon us while we take care of internal matters. Our conventions are so long in coming and so … Read More ›
TECHNICAL NOTE: The century is a bicycle ride of 100 miles in a specified period. LITERARY NOTE: And ten speeds, ten different ways to go … Read More ›
“If there are American scientists, or philosophers of foremost rank, who believe the dogma and creeds, they have been strangely silent.” – A. Powell Davies, … Read More ›
“When the war ended,” O’Hare said to me, “I expected to be a lot more in fifteen years than a dispatcher of frozen-custard trucks.” – … Read More ›
QUOTE 1 “With each passing birthday I become surer of less and less, so I don’t want to tell another human being how to live. … Read More ›