Joy is Disguised
By Laura E. Garrard — Joy is disguised as a terminal diagnosis, when medicines work better than expected on a stage-three high-risk mutation. When relief
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The Worst Apology
By Chloe Evans — I was the writer who wanted to help people escape. You did, too. But instead of helping you, I broke you down. I did it so many times, I lost
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Before
By N.T. Chambers — My love, unlike a rose grew through shortened seasons in question mark seas with hopes beyond my shores and joy behind my years.
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The long summer days
By Abha Das Sarma — Never will I forget the candle that burned on your chest amid uneaten pills, spilled over the dark shadows. Those travel shows that we
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Widow as Refuge
By Kathleen O'Brien — In writing, a widow is considered "undesirable." The extra word hanging out on a line. But there is refuge in being a widow. The
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At 71 and a Month
By D.R. James — Early morning; awakened from a dream of hugging my young youngest son so tightly, it remained until I could defog to "He's a man,"
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This Darling World
By Hiram Larew — The cream of my existence, the peach of my dreams, the very plush of my being and love-filled soap suds. My found at last, my been
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Love has no beginning or end
By Linda M. Crate — Maybe one day I will find my people, the ones who love with a love beyond love. Because my love has always been unconditional and
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Old apple tree
By Colin Ian Jeffery — There is an apple tree at the bottom of the garden where my brother and I once played, swinging on branches, climbing high and low.
Dec 10, 2025