Writing In A Woman's Voice

What I mean when I say  Car Seat by Sarah Thursday I held your five-year-old hand across the upholstered seat and our thum...

GROCERY SHOPPING WITH MY WIFE ON A WINDY JANUARY DAY by Mary K O'Melveny First, we scanned chilled blue skies for signs ...

The thirty-fourth Moon Prize goes to Judy Katz-Levine's prose poem " For the children taken away," mesmerizing in its sweep...

Avoidance by Sarah Thursday Anything but sit-still Anything but pencil-to-paper tell you how I am feeling. Wash dishes, c...

Hauling Cots by Jeannie E. Roberts              One must imagine Sisyphus happy . . . the struggle itself towards the heights ...

Not Really Relating by Jeannie E. Roberts                 "Look within, for within is the wellspring of virtue,            ...

For the children taken away by Judy Katz-Levine I spent the day watching the way hour by hour came, like children imprisoned. I ...