Mother’s Log
By Genevieve S. Aguinaldo — The moment I wake up, I allow myself a silent prayer. Before I dive myself into chaos: Children refusing to chew, ants caressing
Mar 14
Chiaroscuro
By Barbara Krasner — My mother would have called it a nishtgutkeyt. I lie in the ICU, mumbling, “I don’t feel good.” I'm rolled onto my side. Medical staff surround
Mar 11
Brighton Beach
By Karen Rosenberg — Maureen and I practiced our disco moves, spinning until we fell over into the hot sand. We were on a field trip with our second-grade
Mar 8
My Portrait-Painting
By Jonash Lepcha — I am the painter with the brush and my life sits as blank canvas. Choosing the best colour I have, I put my best brush stroke. Painting, in
Mar 5
Sleeping Man Under Oak Tree: A Self Portrait
By John Grey — Every moment is another green leaf, a surprise at how much life there is in you, as a surge of wind ruffles your foliage from shadow to sky.
Mar 2
THE CALM DURING THE STORM
By Paula Hagar — The oil rig where I was working was only 30 miles east of Williston, North Dakota, so I figured an hour was more than enough time to drive
Feb 27
In My Last Green Garden
By Sheila Beth deShields — Say his cancer returns. Say a pandemic destroys the health of family and friends. Say you are left alone and climate changes have
Feb 24
Neptune’s Fountain
By Mary Ellen Talley — We don’t even have photos to remember that evening, us just out of college, having gifted ourselves with a five-country tour of Europe,
Feb 21
AT MONK’S HOUSE
By Anne Whitehouse — I have her words. I know them well. I have come to Monk's House in search of the writer in the midst of her life, riding a pony-and-trap
Feb 18
Coastal Bloom
By John Muro — Summer’s rejoicing as sunlight ripples across the water in elusive intervals of pewter and half-hidden blue while, closer in, the waves
Feb 15
A Fresh Start
By Adina Lynn LeCompte — It was fall of seventh grade, my first year at Orville Wright Jr. High School in Westchester, a middle-class suburb of West LA. One rainy
Feb 12
Introductions (A Double Sonnet)
By Lynn Marie Sager — I have roamed coasts, and mourned over sea gulls tangled within the seaweed so sweetly. I saw the midnight sun, and fed eagles raw
Feb 9
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
Feb 6
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
Feb 3
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
Jan 31
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