


HOW I CAME TO KNOW WHAT LANGUAGE IS
I climbed the sounds until I found a word. Then I played upon the shape of it as though it were a jungle gym or the playground monkey bars....

AUTHOR NOTES
Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month's featured writing.

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?

SPLINTERS FOR AUGUST 2023
A wide range of ideas to spark your writing energies for this month.

LITTLE BO PEEP RESTYLED
...“They are gone, gone,” she repeats, “All my sheep, my beautiful sheep.”
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