The Last Poem for My Father
By Micky Jo Myers — I wrote a poem about gossip and reputation. I wrote about how people will try to bring down a good man rather than be a better worker. I didn't know he
5 days ago
Running Shoes
By Michael Smith — Dad takes a slow, labored breath. He gazes out the window of the memory care facility. I will never forget that moment when his mind drifted from the room.
Sep 26
Memories
By Wendy Jensen — I creep into awareness reluctantly, surfacing memories tearing at my insides, unwilling to admit these truths yet unable to deny their effects. Memories buried
Sep 23
Slideshows
By Josephine Banks — When times are tough, I close my eyes and imagine all the men I've ever slept with. I think of their hard bodies against mine and the rough cheeks and soft
Sep 20
High Noon
By Peter G Mladinic — When I walked out of my grandparents’ apartment building in the Bronx for the last time, I didn't know it was the last time, nor was I aware as now, everything has
Sep 18
three letter word
By Star Matis — Despite it being allegedly legal now, we still don’t say it. We allude to it, we hint, we tease and flirt with the idea of it. "Is she...you know? Yeah, you know. Is she, like
Sep 16
On the Wind, in the Day, of a Dream, I Will Find You…
By Danielle Martin — Church bells ring out your name, a shrill, deafening, piercing pain. You were an acolyte. The foghorn cries for your return. You were the light. Over emerald
Sep 14
Background Noise
By Nancy Browne — My father died when I was twelve, some sixty years ago and, yet he lives here on this page in short-form memory. My father was the background noise in my young
Sep 11
Enjoy Whatever Life Throws
By Molly Arbuthnott — I find I can waste a lot of time by worrying about the things I have to do, the boxes I have to tick, the plans that don’t stick. But then it turns out to be fine and
Sep 9
No backing down
By Amanda Nicholson — You come across an old photo of yourself being pushed off the ledge when you decided to do a bungee jump. The look of absolute horror on your face is
Sep 7
Tell Me Something I Don’t Know
By John A. Tures — The student cleared her throat before beginning her speech. “My National History Day website presentation is about the landmark Supreme Court Case
Sep 5
Summer: Birch Mountain
By John Muro — In the high blue of day, I find myself companionless, walking past the abandoned farm and its haunting ruin, evoking a time when the three
Sep 2
FUGUE (funeral free-write)
By Avery Volk — My hunger and the absence of it, not feeling my body at all. Not having a stomach. You can do this. You can wake up and go to his funeral. I
Aug 31
I remember a tree
By Fiona Jones — There were Dark Trees near where we lived, twisted yews that my children decided had owls living in them. There was a Giant Tree, the
Aug 29
The Book, the Belt & the Wound that Made Me a Reader
By Elena Tretyachenko — When I was a baby, my mother read to me constantly. Fairy tales, mostly. My favorite was Red Riding Hood. I made her read it over and
Aug 27
I am
By Dabney Baldridge — I am young when you smile at me from across the room, quiet when I read your eyes like the letters you used to send, old when
Aug 24
Being Myself
By Asher Bomse — My life had been anything but peaceful. It’s been nothing but a sad song I’ve not been able to make better. It's gotten worse instead of
Aug 23
You are the one who tells your story
By Laura Fred-Smith — Ask me what it’s like to be a forty-eight-year-old woman who was a teenage mother. When you are on the backside of that title, no
Aug 21
Okrika Seller
By Solape Adetutu Adeyemi — On a sun-fried morning in Lagos Island, where danfos cough carbon dioxide into the blue sky and the air smells of pepper soup
Aug 18
On Acting Silly
By Allan Lake — With self-inflicted extinction now pretty likely but likely not pretty, I’m more likely than usual to opt for optimal silly. More likely to give lip to
Aug 16