Regina Griego Let go of the towline when you want to stop water skiing. No sense in holding on until you crash and burn. Let go of that job or school that you hate to go to each day. No sense in spending time doing or being somewhere you hate to be; follow your...
Rebecca Leeman I arrive, I become, and fly on. Rebecca Leeman is a nurse midwife in Albuquerque, who writes for healing, for fun, and for putting words to grief and loss. and sharing with others.
Samantha Stiers don’t worry, survivor soon your body will come clawing at your back door like a feral cat you won’t know what to do with her you have been apart for so long you offer her oatstraw tea wooly socks she backs away hissing she...
Janice Alper A widow knows his hand will not reach out to you in the dark to brush away your tears or put his arm around you after a fight about nothing at all. A widow knows couple friends reach out for a short time. She adjusts carries her own luggage resists...
Grace Elena Woods And so, the demon arises… The light casting shadows Everywhere. My bruised and healing heart, So wary. Ah demon, my old friend, I knew you would come again. Sitting on my shoulder, whispering all your warnings, Speaking all your doubts,...
Laura Io Berg Let us be fruitful for one another In our loving bower, pomegranate, cleft, stains our swollen lips, strawberries sacrifice themselves, apricots blush, dates quiver & apples dance. In tongues’ wandering greeting, we become complicit with the...
