SACRED COOKING IN THE LOTUS GARDEN
By Joshua Meander — She alone peels slowly on pastoral scene. Zen-like she moves. Fairytale Chinese pixie farms, chops, and cooks meshed in a lotus garden
22 hours ago
Seated in a creaky metal chair
By Sherri Levine — Seated in a creaky metal chair in front of a large mirror, I watched the reflection of the Sicilian barber wave his long black comb like a
4 days ago
Another Day in Paradise
By Ann Farley — Joy is disguised as a snoring cat on the bow of a docked boat in a narrow channel, front window crammed with spray bottles, Windex and
7 days ago
What
By Tod RT Minotti — I am conscious. I am in the Universe. The Universe has a consciousness. I am proof of that. So are you. So are all humans. We are proof that
Jan 28
Word Search
By Deborrah Corr — The word couldn’t be found in the house. Maybe it hid between glass jars of peaches on the pantry shelf. Or stuck itself like a wad of
Jan 24
What My Heart Wants
By Lana Hechtman Ayers — A day of silence while the rain intones, lyrics of wind through loose shutters and wonky storm gutters, warbles plopping drops
Jan 20
haibun
By Karen Harvey — When I was introduced to the concept of unsent letters, it was too late. I'd already poked the hornet's nest. Sometimes, the truth
Jan 17
At the Tavern
By David W. Berner — At the window, an old man in a tan baseball cap steadies past, carrying fresh shirts from the laundry. A young woman in Wayfarers
Jan 14
Joy: The Way it Reminds Us to Keep Breathing
By Jacey Blue Renner — It’s putting on yellow heels and your newest blouse to meet your deployed husband after he’s returned from deployment from Afghanistan.
Jan 10
Blissful High
By Michael Colon — Innocence is coddled by the naivety of what has happened. Precious moments from what seemed like eons ago float around me
Jan 7
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
Jan 4
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
Jan 1
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.
Dec 29, 2025
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
Dec 26, 2025
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
Dec 23, 2025
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,"
Dec 20, 2025
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
Dec 17, 2025
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
Dec 14, 2025
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
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO BE YOUNG AGAIN
By Audrey B Levitin — I discovered pickleball as a senior citizen. For years, I left home at 8:00 a.m. to catch the train to Manhattan, and returned at 7:00 p.m
Dec 6, 2025