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...
by Carol Aronoff Forced birth to increasedomestic supply of infantsfor adoption. Not oil, notchickens—children. Is birth control nextto be sacrificed on the altarof false piety– our bodiesoffered up to the state? Anger–too small a word tocontain my feelings of ...
Pamela Warren Williams Watch for Unexpected Pedestrians, the sign says. The wall is right there next to the El Paso freeway. Right. There. That sign has remained with me, as have so many images. Returning from what would be my last search, not...
