by Janet Ruth Grandma’s sun porch stretched across the back of the house on the second floor. One step down from the hallway, window-walls on three sides, an iron bed against the fourth. A great place for summer slumber—waking in golden light. My favorite place...
by Susan Haifleigh I no longer recognize the language although I spoke it for a thousand years it lives in my body deep in the ganglia whispering instructions received in dreams. I glimpse it in the stones at the bend in the river as the light refracts catching...
by Susan Haifleigh In the end redemption, unearned, even in our darkest moment a silent fountain overflows a cello plays melancholic notes almost too beautiful to bear everything sharpens into focus leaving behind what only seemed necessary now abandoned to...
by Lisa Darcy Shaking, I move closer and pause. My mouth is dry and my palms damp. Each step is heavy and lifting each foot requires devotion. Eye contact sends my heart racing. The stars are bright and glistening as we sit and hold a warm cup of tea. Any other...
by Claire Reutter So yes, go ahead and pray for me, Sure, as an individual who lays every night on a punctured pillow of loneliness. But also pray for me as a compassionate human being who lives in a greater reality in a society, a world beyond her own place...
by Kate Marco for those of us who have no voice, I’ll walk these streets and shout your names, for those of us behind the wall, I will dig and dig the tunnel long, for those of us lost in the dark, I will hang the sun along our path, for those of us about to...
