Vision Board – by Jennifer Kapler
I tacked the photos to a corkboard alongside the other photos I had been accumulating since childhood for my dream life.
Read More Vision Board – by Jennifer KaplerI tacked the photos to a corkboard alongside the other photos I had been accumulating since childhood for my dream life.
Read More Vision Board – by Jennifer KaplerI do not like the bird-boned cage she carries herself in these days, or the skin that grows thinner like old paper each time I see her.
Read More Spoiled Fruit – by Jay McKenzieMoonlit snow lies thick. Dark pines shelter the still garden, their shadows lie
elongated, spear-head sharp, on crystal whiteness. Dawn comes late.
Children immortalized for all eternity, their last moments frozen in time…
Read More Little Boy – by Susan Duffield-LodgeWe’ve become an island. Distant from the moon moving the tides,
the wind blowing rain in a slant song through the night.
Annika giggled because she knew there was no place safer than her great-grandfather’s lap where she could listen to Norse legends.
Read More Strong Like Freyja – By Diana Lynn GustafsonIrene remembers how the neighbourhood once thrived, pride sprouting up with every sharp blade of Kentucky Blue in tidy patchwork that stretched all the way down the block.
Read More Harold’s Lawn – By Brett LeanneWe watched some of the older kids lay pennies on the rails, defacing the King beneath the train’s heavy iron wheels. Frank wasn’t keen on the idea, but he went along with whatever I said. I always came up with the best ideas.
Read More Something Shiny in the Mining Townsite of Mount Sheer – By T.L. TomljanovicThe morning sun streams in through the hospital window. I watch its slow ascent up Kevin’s small frame. When it finally dances across his smoke-streaked face, he shoots up with a gasp. The handcuffs clang against the bedrails and yank him back down.
Read More Ties that Bind – by N.E. RuleThe motor cortex in my brain sends electrical signals through my spinal cord and peripheral nerves to my muscles, causing them to contract. My muscles flex, extend, rotate – on command. I never thought about whether or not my body would do what I wanted it to, until now.
Read More Your Weight on my Shoulders – by Suann Amero