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...
Dee Horne Wind eddies liberate leaves, dancing in the air, branching new directions. Dee Horne is a creative writer. She respectfully acknowledges the traditional unceded territories of the Coast Salish people and thanks the Snaw’naw’as and Qualicum First...
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.
