BRILLIANT CORNERS: AN EXPERIMENT IN VISUAL PROSODY By Michael Milburn
BRILLIANT CORNERS: An Experiment in Visual Prosodyby Michael Milburn
I was naked without my line ends.Robert Lowell, letter to Elizabeth Bishop
A few years ago I found myself adjusting the line lengths in my poems,...
SANTA CLARA RIVERLESS by Ellen T. Birrell
SANTA CLARA RIVERLESSBy Ellen T. Birrell
We are hard to find. If you were to search our address for directions, you would only get to the end of the county maintained road about two miles...
THE COFFEE PLANTATION By Ana Lucia de Leon
THE COFFEE PLANTATIONby Ana Lucia de Leon By virtue of being children, we can sleep anywhere and in the smallest of places. The shared beds have no room for star-sleepers or Shavasana enthusiasts. Instead, we...
YOU’LL ALWAYS BE THE TRUMP NEIGHBORS by Chris Sowers
You’ll Always Be the Trump Neighbors
I’ve seen you walking your dogs around the neighborhood. Almost every day for the last 17 years, ever since we built this house in a far-south suburb of our...
CHANGING THE SCORE by Natasha Rai
CHANGING THE SCORE
‘When trauma affects us, we can’t fully engage with the present.’ My therapist, Sue, sits back after this pronouncement, face brimming with empathic concern.
I stare. What the hell is she talking about?...
GREAT EXPECTATIONS: A BIRTH STORY by Tom Sibley
Great Expectations: A Birth Story
“She could be here by tomorrow morning.” my wife Rachel beamed.
I was equally as excited, “I just can’t wait to meet her.” Somehow under the impression that my newborn...
HOW FAR FROM ONE DEGREE By Sharon Y. Sim
HOW FAR FROM ONE DEGREEby Sharon Y. Sim
On that sweltering island nation one degree above the equator, we bawled our first breaths.
Decades later, at that temperate city named after a redwoodtree thirty-seven degrees north...
I DREAMT I COULD NOT FIND MY CAR by James Hanna
I Dreamt I Could Not Find My Car
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James Hanna
Mary and I sit on the back porch of our Florida retirement home. It is dusk, and we are gazing at the largest moon that...
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE by Laura Gaddis
You Are My Sunshine
Evelyn and I rocked in the glider. With her birth two months before we expected, we had little more than a crib, mattress, and a carseat. We had some clothes and...
THE WRITING THERAPEUTIC EXPERIENCE by Raymond Fenech PhD
THE WRITING THERAPEUTIC EXPERIENCEand Does Inspiration Always Comefrom Within?By Raymond Fenech PhD I always knew that there was something special about being a writer, whether one conveyed messages in prose or poetic forms. Since aged...