Autumn in Michigan
Linda Leedy Schneider — My woods are a kaleidoscope of colors. Maple, birch and dogwood are changing their green work clothes, revealing their authentic
Oct 20, 2025
Using the Wrong End of the Stick
By Susan H Evans — From bitter experience, I’ve learned that suffering and endurance — bad as they are — can be used for good, used as stepping
Jul 25, 2025
If Peace Was A Dancer
By M. L. Lyons — Peace loves the dulcet tones and only sidesteps the goose footed, the overly rigid, but laughs with the flat-footed, the eager, the shy who
May 20, 2025
A memory of Whyoma, a memory of hers
By Matthew Anderson — When she was a little girl, my grandmother Whyoma carried in her small hands a dish of water and minnows. The few minnows swam
Apr 26, 2025
Well: The Dive She Fears
By Nkosie — If only she should let loose and dive into the well. To swim toward the toll of the wedding bell.
Apr 18, 2025