Pulled by a fragile memory of an unpardonable deed, you amble crookedly to the door. Relief lies just beyond –yet you circle back, struggling with consumption of circular destination. The…

After talking it over with the judges, we decided we need to run the September contest again in October. The reason why we’re doing this is because we made a…

Congratulations to Rbibeau, Teter, Doreen B, Darrell, and Jim Harstad. You’re all monthly winners in our Year of the Pig writing contest. That means each of you has won 1000000000…

Hanging out bareheaded, baldheaded in this sultry summer sun, gentle sea breezes tickling my ears, I think maybe there really is something to this fresh start idea and that just…

I asked a palmist for my future. Looking at her, I asked impolitely, “What do you mean ‘used up?” She replied, “You married flowers.”

Dream Lover as if in a dream sliding off a silver moonbeam you come and lay down by my side – you touch my bare shoulder, wash my back with…

Drama In our small world we create drama to others – curiosity to the world – unnoticed.

Moonlight trembles in silvered pools on the grass, and we are dancing. I didn’t know you could waltz, you murmur; I didn’t know either. It is a slow melody, and…

My memory of home sweeps like the trade winds past clothes lines –billowing frayed bedsheets, jiggling pinned cotton underwear, knee-high socks and plastic zip lock bags turned inside out– flowing…

I’m holding a candle. When I open the door, although there’s no breeze, it begins to flutter, casting odd shadows on the wall as I descend the stairs to the…