strawberry jam. by Sarah Marie Miller it finally hit me (be it true or be it true) it was not me but rather, you inside my head, near the front a man leaps from his chair finger poised in the air and 'ha! a ha!' 'josiah.' triumph. jo-si-ah. not a sigh. not a breath. more a nazi soldier shouting a command. oh but he's soft at the core alright. 'ya done good, ya done good' and all that manly trickle-down pride lies under that prayer pleading exclaiming revolutionary thought. josiah. and the man falls off his chair with a smile smeared slapped like red jelly across a face. (across his god damn face) Sarah Marie is a sentimentalist. a photographer. a writer. a painter. in downtown smalltown kentucky. she likes magic, secrets, and the sun. yes, and dreaming.