It is paper,it is treeschewed upreconstitutedinto thin, flat sheetsthat fill my roomin stacks and stackswith little order,but they are minechosen by mefor some purposeI may, or may not,remember.No one can … Continue reading STACKS FROM TREES by Duane L. Herrmann
The Vagaries of Memory by Leslie Sittner
Memory dissolves life eventsor freezes them in timeor floods them with confusionor drowns them in denial Memory can chip away at consciencecan harden the heartcan burden the braincan strangle the … Continue reading The Vagaries of Memory by Leslie Sittner
Goodbye Daddy by Joni Youse
I don’t dare to stay long...I said to the mirrorI never wanted tosay goodbye to youI never wanted youto see me cryYou are goneyet you are hereIn my heartIn my … Continue reading Goodbye Daddy by Joni Youse
One Last Adventure by Duane L. Herrmann
Two men were out for a drive. They could have been father and son, but were not. They were just friends, the younger one taking the older one for a … Continue reading One Last Adventure by Duane L. Herrmann
The Cake by Linda McKenney
The house was deeply quiet as everyone was asleep. Leaving the coolness of the window fan in her bedroom, she slinked out the door into the July heat of the … Continue reading The Cake by Linda McKenney
Fireflies Among the Bedrock by Linda Freedland
I sat, overlooking the green lush hills of Sorrento. I came here to escape. Escape the rejection, the humiliation of a marriage in shambles, the pain of watching the devastated … Continue reading Fireflies Among the Bedrock by Linda Freedland
As My Mother Told Me by Duane L. Herrmann
It was an early summer evening. The sun had just set. In the gradually increasing darkness, little lights began to rise from the tall grass. As they rose, they also … Continue reading As My Mother Told Me by Duane L. Herrmann
Schroon Lake Haiku by Leslie Sittner
one-room log cabinisolated in the woodsout-house, spring water darkness. the bonfirefireflies guide us to the dockwhere we catch sunfish toast fish on a stickover fire. dip in buttermelted in soup … Continue reading Schroon Lake Haiku by Leslie Sittner
THE FLAVOR OF VINEGAR by Nicky Falck
When Richard ate a pickled red pepper on a dare, it did not invoke a similar degree of risk had he agreed to bungee jump off a cliff, nor did … Continue reading THE FLAVOR OF VINEGAR by Nicky Falck