White Flower Oil
By Wisteria Deng — I walk into the room and there he is, half-buried in ancient books and business letters, one of his tails hanging down from the step stool,
6 days ago
Lessons from the Circle of Life
By Leslie Fiering — When I was younger—in my early 20s—full of revolutionary fervor, marching for racial equality, to legalize abortion, for peace and to change
Apr 13
Uncivilized II
By Gary Beck — After high school graduation, the excitement of prom night, we sent them to a foreign land where they toughened up fast, or died.
Apr 10
‘Ex’ is the beginning
By Barbara Simmons — Of all the words I’m associating with this new year: the exact word for what I’m feeling about 2026 excludes expectations of all moments being exhilarating, explores
Apr 7
He Sat in the Light
By Cynthia Dorfman — He sat in the light. There was a Monet-luminescence about him. Light on the surface trembling, catching the transient moment.
Apr 4
The Story I Told Myself
By Robert Martin — I told myself the door was closed on purpose, that I had paused my hand an inch from the knob because waiting looked like wisdom from
Mar 29
Love And Friendship
By Lynn White — If there was a beginning to our love that we can define, then it was friendship and the drift into love took us by surprise, started us,
Mar 26
Confessions of an Unlikely Mother
By Phyllis Rittner — "Want to hold her?" she asks. My friend places a spit up rag on my shoulder, then her wriggling infant, with its mass of dark hair, into my arms.
Mar 23
The Way I See It
By Linette Rabsatt — My vision is slightly obscured, not necessarily blurred, but the way I see it things always have a hidden meaning. Not because
Mar 20
Confection
By James T. Stemmle — My life partner makes one journey each day, down the stairs on artificial knees with painful feet toes crossed arthritically to her place of
Mar 17
Mother’s Log
By Genevieve S. Aguinaldo — The moment I wake up, I allow myself a silent prayer. Before I dive myself into chaos: Children refusing to chew, ants caressing
Mar 14
Chiaroscuro
By Barbara Krasner — My mother would have called it a nishtgutkeyt. I lie in the ICU, mumbling, “I don’t feel good.” I'm rolled onto my side. Medical staff surround
Mar 11
Brighton Beach
By Karen Rosenberg — Maureen and I practiced our disco moves, spinning until we fell over into the hot sand. We were on a field trip with our second-grade
Mar 8
My Portrait-Painting
By Jonash Lepcha — I am the painter with the brush and my life sits as blank canvas. Choosing the best colour I have, I put my best brush stroke. Painting, in
Mar 5
Sleeping Man Under Oak Tree: A Self Portrait
By John Grey — Every moment is another green leaf, a surprise at how much life there is in you, as a surge of wind ruffles your foliage from shadow to sky.
Mar 2
THE CALM DURING THE STORM
By Paula Hagar — The oil rig where I was working was only 30 miles east of Williston, North Dakota, so I figured an hour was more than enough time to drive
Feb 27
In My Last Green Garden
By Sheila Beth deShields — Say his cancer returns. Say a pandemic destroys the health of family and friends. Say you are left alone and climate changes have
Feb 24
Neptune’s Fountain
By Mary Ellen Talley — We don’t even have photos to remember that evening, us just out of college, having gifted ourselves with a five-country tour of Europe,
Feb 21
AT MONK’S HOUSE
By Anne Whitehouse — I have her words. I know them well. I have come to Monk's House in search of the writer in the midst of her life, riding a pony-and-trap
Feb 18