Nana hangs the gold-leaf frame in her kitchen. Lifts me up, and hips me in to see it. What strikes first is reeling, kissing, red— then the bulging bagpipes and a flute. Hats are helmets—black, brown, mostly white, atop pale faces—gossips, lovers, watchers. Elm trees rise and loom over tripping clogs. Scarlet scarves and skirts […]
Mary Beth Hines
Following a career as a project manager, Mary Beth Hines now writes poetry, short fiction, and nonfiction. Her work has appeared in the Crab Orchard Review, Sky Island Journal, and Literary Mama, among others.