Oh, Mamá. You emerged for the day, sweet and smiling, like a rosy peach. Gardenia girl, peddling your beloved White Shoulders. Thrill of jasmine, lily of the valley, orange blossom, … Continue reading Eau de Mom by Karen Davidson Seward
Salt Water by Courtney Allen
When I graduated from college, I moved back home. I was lost and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had actually spent time actively … Continue reading Salt Water by Courtney Allen
Manitoulin Island, Ontario by Rebecca Northrup
The road begins as sand. A warm, honey-colored path that grows rutted and wild the deeper we go. It will take a full hour to travel the mile ahead, but … Continue reading Manitoulin Island, Ontario by Rebecca Northrup
Forsythia by Lisa Meissner
I am 10 years old – the forsythia bushes blooming in front of my house. Since I was small I could easily sit in the middle of them. The branches … Continue reading Forsythia by Lisa Meissner
The Voodoo Wedding by Cindy Snow
“What do you want to drink?” I asked my sister when we walked into Lafitte’s Blacksmith Bar in New Orleans. We were collecting the experience of drinking in the oldest … Continue reading The Voodoo Wedding by Cindy Snow
Untitled by Weezie Prescott
I love you but I can’t see you right now even though you’re just inches away. A thin wall separates us like a bundling board separates a young couple. Yet, … Continue reading Untitled by Weezie Prescott
Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea
My front door opens to the east.My back door opens to the north.Patio doors open south. Onlywindows look west. This morning’ssun rises bright in the eastern sky,but dark clouds come … Continue reading Directional by Ruth Ann Dandrea
It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni
“I love you, but I can’t see you right now,” she turned away from him, “it’s too dark.” Owls are nocturnal and hunt in the dark. Like panthers that prefer … Continue reading It’s Too Dark, April 2020 by Edward Pontacoloni
To My Sister 4/21/2020 by Amaryllis Doyle
I love you but can’t see you nowOn your birthday, tomorrowWe’re both in the high risk categoryfor covid-19’s tragedy I didn’t come in Winterbecause of icy weather.I can’t come now … Continue reading To My Sister 4/21/2020 by Amaryllis Doyle