Fame by Sabrina Dawkins A circus train went through our town carrying midgets and giants and all the extremes. Their clothes flashed in darkness like sting of lightening striking nightor a serpent’s tongue licking the air. The shine of cheap clothing upstaged vacant faces that bobbed to their doom, descending from the ride to activate

Picture in Words by Sabrina Dawkins Creating a picture with words is like brushing too much paint on a wall so the excess starts running down in slow, parallel drops, but too slowly to reach the floor. You don’t brush in the drops to flatten. Instead, you watch them as they slow to a stop