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Laughing at the Sky
Someone’s set my soul loose; I can’t get her back. She’s out there, dancing wildly, wonderfully released. Prior craziness now seems justified—those midnight escapades to the underworld, hoping (like Persephone) to be rid of earthly chores; the foolhardy fearlessness that bared its teeth at friend and foe alike: all symptoms of an overheated heart, surging upward like a volcano, spitting out sparks and toxic fumes from a core of molten energy, the creative source within. It’s
Alison Jennings
9 hours ago
Yizkor 2019
The seats on either side of me appear empty, but I know my mother is sitting in one of them. The scent of her perfume, (why didn’t I ever ask the name? ) blends with that of the white flowers banked on either side of the bima. I can sense her eyes shining with tears. (I cry easily too; we share that.) There was rarely any physical contact—no hugs, no gentle touches–I always wondered why, but I can imagine the soft skin of her face, unlined and glowing even as she turned nine
Gail Arnoff
1 day ago
The World Awaits
Her tiny fingers grasp my hand; dark pools of eyes follow me. The first light creeps beneath the curtains. Black curls like tendrils wind round shell-like ears with rose-pink lobes. Outside the world waits impatiently. The dew on the grass is burning off. In the distance, tongues of surf, lick lazily up the wet, smooth sand. Out at sea, white horses fret and foam. I lift my daughter gently from the cot. A tentative smile hovers on puckered lips. My hands support a strengtheni
Sarah Das Gupta
1 day ago
Inward and Onward
In a metropolis inhabited by millions, Liz expects to avoid seeing anyone too familiar in her happy space, away from the cacophony of noise in New York City streets. She often escapes into stories finding solace in the pages of books, and making peace with being alone, a single- family unit. She strolls along 34th Street bundled in a Burberry scarf wrapped around her neck like the muffler her mother used to tie when she was a little girl. Entering Barnes and Noble, Liz smells
Edna Schneider
1 day ago
Shade
Lounging on the back patio in the shade of the cool evening, I soak in the relief of the heat dropping away. My attention drifts from the dogs playing in the grass and the tall, cool glass of lemonade in my hand to the story of my past. I can’t help but pinch myself. How is this my life? I didn’t come from a family with a back patio. Instead of watching dogs play in the grass, I’d often hide from a pack of strays fighting on an asphalt road chock-full of potholes. And I never
Jodie Elrod
1 day ago
My Former Lovers (A Sonnet)
My former lovers send me many things: old photos, art, mementoes of our lives; if we had wed, they’d give me diamond rings, but nothing of true value still survives. My former lovers praise me to the skies; say that we should’ve married, but instead, we faced the truth, which was to realize that our relationships were, frankly, dead. The Monday morning quarterbacking hurts— why grind this axe, why plow this tired row? Why keep on sending stuff in fits and spurts? Just get it
Alison Jennings
1 day ago
City Mile Country Mile
The lights of the room are too harsh, the pale blue walls swallow any other color, and the cold tile floor is life sucking. The familiar...
Jodie Elrod
Oct 12
The Great Beyond
Hallie's truck seemed to lean into the music just the way she did, on those last miles of the paved road corkscrewing up into the Sangre...
Christie Cochrell
Oct 12
Spiritual Girl Dinner
The Spiritual Practice of Girl DinnerI believe in bread the way some people believe in prayer. In the quiet of a late evening, when the...
Debra Tracy
Oct 12
Women of Certain Ages
Well, yes, we’ve made progress. But we keep fighting the ubiquitous unremitting youth culture and all the stereotypes we’re expected to...
Noelle Sterne
Sep 26
We Do Love a Diner
Wherever we are, my mom and I love to go to diners for breakfast. We relish the low-key ambience, the speedy service, and not least, the...
Allison Pauly
Sep 1, 2024
Taste, Smell, and Embrace it.
I clicked off the hairdryer. "Oh, shit. No! Where is it?" I came out of the hotel bathroom and saw Maggie frantically searching through...
Tarah Friend Cantore
Sep 1, 2024
On the railway station bench
It’s better to meditate at sunrise, they say. Inhale two, three, four, exhale two, three, four. I close my eyes to look for my nothing...
Laura Damian
Sep 1, 2024
The Last Waltz
Ignoring my sense of foreboding, I concentrated on Charlie, my husband of less than a year as he emptied his apple picking bag into a...
Lea Pounds
Sep 1, 2024
Red lipstick
“You should wear makeup, dearest, and find yourself a boyfriend.” Madame Constantinescu leaned and kissed me goodbye in front of the...
Laura Damian
Sep 1, 2024
Sunday Ham
The squeal pierces the quiet Sunday afternoon. Unmistakably swine. I lift my head, wipe my bottom lip with the back of my hand. The muted...
Kelly Turner
Sep 1, 2024
At Nakashita’s Restroom
a young girl in a white vest bombed my shoulder and politely said “sorry madam.” For a second I wanted to slap her back. Instead I...
Laura Damian
Sep 1, 2024
Getting Out the Door
One Christmas, my husband gave me a gorgeous new pair of Women’s Power Streaker Winged Flyers RD 9560s. Six months later, with the grass...
Noelle Stern
Sep 1, 2024
Blind Date
My psychology professors won’t admit it, but to truly understand people, try spending some time as a waitress. As a...
Kathryn Ruth Bloom
Sep 1, 2024
Advantage
“All our affairs seem to be in order,” William told her that evening over coffee. “And profits should be high this year.” ...
Jennifer Handy
Sep 1, 2024
The Wake-Up Call
Wake up, Angela, wake up, a timid voice whispered into Laura’s ear. Heart fluttering under her skin, her t-shirt drenched in cold sweat,...
Laura Bota
Sep 1, 2024
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