Andrea Penner Two café tables away sat an impeccably dressed older gentleman. He wore a gray suit, light shirt and tie, and a soft burnt orange knit beret. His head was bent forward into his left hand, so I could not see his face. With his right hand, he ate...
Grace Elena Woods I risked my heart once. And felt it torn from my chest. Licking wounds, I grow. Grace Elena Woods is Gramma to two lovely grandsons who call her Oma. She is living the dream, healing families....
Jeanne Shannon And sweet it is to throw the past away. 10th century Chinese saying Fragrance of spearmint on the breeze. Reading old journals. The griefs of yesteryear turning to candle-fire to ash and rose-bloom. Jeanne Shannon has published...
Elaine Schwartz There she stands faded floral apron neatly tied paring knife in her right hand a yellow onion held firmly in the left she peels it with great precision golden skin falling to the kitchen counter followed by layers of translucent flesh Onion...
Beth Prillwtz The phone rings, unexpected, creating the division Of then and now, before and after, the separation. Words ooze into me like hot wax, enveloping Burning, smothering, hardening Every heartbeat, every emotion Until I can no longer breathe in. I sit...
