Confection
By James T. Stemmle — My life partner makes one journey each day, down the stairs on artificial knees with painful feet toes crossed arthritically to her place of
Mar 17
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