Second Skin
By M. Brady — As I was driving to my first audition to play bass guitar in an indie rock band, the iconic song by The Byrds, “So You Want to
Mar 7, 2024
Prince Charming Speaks after the Divorce
By Linda Leedy Schneider — Some things are never meant to be Happily Ever After. Though now Julia’s incessant talk, her demand I dress for
Mar 4, 2024
Thanksgiving
By Tori Dudley — So, there I was, navigating the chaos of the Thanksgiving kitchen, apron tied tight and determination etched on my face.
Mar 1, 2024
Tap. Clear. Compute.
By Shalini Singh — Driven by an indomitable spirit, I embarked upon this intellectual odyssey, resolute in my quest to unravel the enigmatic
Feb 26, 2024
Old Redbud
By Darrell Petska — Old Redbud refuses to die. Its bark peels, insects bore at its core, sap-starved branches snap in the wind. Ten years
Feb 22, 2024
A CROW'S WOMAN
By John Grey — The crows won't let me go to sleep. Aamong them—who would have thought it?—was Suzanne. And in Providence? And my once and
Feb 18, 2024
She Learned It From The Moon
By Gerry Grubbs — I am humming an old song she used to sing, saying she learned it from her father who learned it from his mother who it is
Feb 10, 2024
Old apple tree & compass points
By Colin Ian Jeffery — There is an apple tree where I often go and sit beneath and if I listen very heard, I hear my brother's happy cries
Feb 7, 2024
The Door Never Closes
By Ruth Bacharach — When I say I’m tired and need to rest, the caseworker keeps talking. When I say I need pain medication before physical
Feb 4, 2024
He's a Mystery: Ode To Self
By Nkosilathi Moyo — I heard they’re asking, where is he? In the US or the UK? He goes everywhere, like a tree he can sway. Every day,
Jan 28, 2024
She's a Wildflower
By Nitika Balaram — The thing about wildflowers is that they will grow in almost any condition. Whatever life throws at them, even when
Jan 25, 2024
My Two Fathers
Helga Gruendler-Schierloh — A slightly faded document brutally revealed to me that the wonderful man who so devotedly took care of me was
Jan 22, 2024
Dislocated
By Mona Mehas — In the beginning, there was panic, I took all the precautions, stayed home, wore a mask if I went out, had food delivered,
Jan 18, 2024
Charity
Samuel Torontour — Our good will can raise humanity to its pinnacle, and through restoration of mutual trust, we can rebuild our great love,
Jan 12, 2024
When a Bruise Isn’t Just a Bruise
By Ann Kendall — The bruises started when she was three months old — changing her baby feet from sweet, delicious, squishy mounds of pink to
Jan 8, 2024
City Smells
Mehreen Ahmed — Dimly lit under the street lamps in an old alley at midnight, a nostalgia wells up. A perceptible city smell tickles the
Jan 4, 2024
Should I Stay or Should I go?
Giovanni Gallo — She looked over the cliff as the clock ticked. Thinking about her life, was it really worth continuing? Her time struck
Dec 29, 2023
I’m here
By William Odell — Vanquished to the elements again. The glass aperture alludes your aggressive deportment, hidden, your valiance. You pose
Dec 21, 2023