Writing In A Woman's Voice

Two Season Sycamores by Joan Leotta Sycamore trees lined my street, planted so long before my time that their roots were alr...

Again by Mary Chandler Philpott   And the sky is good to me; let me count on nothing but the sky, for it is good to me. I wa...

Fever Dream by Mary Chandler Philpott  Maybe it’s that I don’t know what it is that I want anymore; all of me that used to be me ...

An excerpt from HOPSCOTCH LIFE by Kris Neri Prologue If you’re lost, how to you find your way to where you need to be? ...

When Angels Were Devoured by Roberta Tabanelli A silk kiss was circumcised, with surgical precision, when I offered my head on ...

Missing Me   by Lainie Belcastro “Ping!” OMG it’s that familiar sound that turns my heart around. It’s him, texting after mont...

My Mother Remembers Her Mother Praying by Mary Rohrer-Dann Once, she followed her mother out to the barn found her kneeling in...