Where I’m Writing From
By Kim Biello Sarrosick — I’m writing from my “office” — the windowless basement guest room, yoga studio, storage space that became my
Oct 17, 2021
I Am
By Damaris Abreu — I’ve experienced vulnerable moments in which I shared my heart with total strangers because of the safe setting of the
Oct 4, 2021
Sunday
By Jeremiah K Durick — What It’s Like
And so it’s Sunday, the end of a set of days. The beginning of another. A pause of sorts, something
Sep 19, 2021
Morning Raga
By Shome Dasgupta — I've heard through stories about my ancestors—they told—a petal can sing a song from before existence— now as I look
Sep 1, 2021
Electrocuting the Ants
By David J. Bookbinder — I did terrible things to insects as a child. Like many other boys growing up with nothing better to do, I tore the
Aug 15, 2021
Daniel Sklar Likes
By Daniel Sklar —
Did you know that Daniel Sklar likes drifting in a canoe on Chebacco Lake? He also likes riding a bicycle, especially to
Jul 24, 2021
Embark
By Rose Loving — There was so much nourishment growing in that valley. The wild leeks we ate every day with eggs at dawn. The coltsfoot we
Jun 23, 2021
I Am From
By Debra Dolan — I'm from the lonely and misunderstood. From the "I don't believe you" and "I hope you have a daughter just like you" to
Jun 14, 2021
Phantom Writer
By Nicole Menzzasalma — She seems stressed of all things, fragile and shrewd. She says she loves me. She’s the only one that makes me sing.
Jun 2, 2021
How Expressive Writing Is helping Me Feel, Deal and Heal
By Grace Calder — In 1984, at the age of twenty-four, the Harlem State Office Building in New York City is where I found a sense of closure
May 28, 2021
Swim in New Water
By Sha Huang — In charge of my inner room, in charge of no others, exchange our colors, your purple, my blue, recharge myself with more
May 21, 2021
Potential
By Angella Lee — Like a seed with a blueprint for becoming a flower, I contained my potential. I started deep in the ground. I couldn't
May 14, 2021
Irreparable
By John Maurer — Drop a chandelier of stained glass into my branches, so irreparable, still kind of enchanting, a good memory
That is har
May 10, 2021
O Survivor!
By M. Fatima — O Survivor! I hear you!
Tell me your story, loud and clear, I hear you! I hear your screams, I hear them loud. I hear your
Apr 10, 2021
A Recovering Apologist
By Liz Clark — I’ve always apologized even if the issue hadn’t been my fault. Last year—I stopped apologizing. I stopped hanging my head in
Mar 14, 2021
I am a Woman Worried
By Barbara Simmons — I am a grandmother who may not see my granddaughter until 2022. I worry that she may not remember me, she only four
Feb 16, 2021
Dear Me
By Julianne Carew — I know you think your life is over. It even looks like it’s over. You’re on the floor of a hotel room, covered in dried
Jan 28, 2021
Today, I am the Girl who is Free
By Linda M. Crate — Being a woman and a member of the LGBTQIA+ community, having Black family members and friends, having friends of
Dec 9, 2020
A Home in the Waves
By Michael Luketich — I start with a confession: I started with a lie. I am not Michael Luketich: not on any government document, not to any
Nov 11, 2020
Healing from the Ground Up
By Barrie Levine — I worked for hours each day, just like he did, nourishing my shattered heart with fresh air, sunlight, and memory
Oct 25, 2020