Writing In A Woman's Voice

What's Fixed by Charlotte Hamrick My heart and psyche after too many years of discontent, when my way was as lost as a specter in...

DIA DE LOS MUERTOS by Joan Colby It is the Day of the Dead And I have no sugar skulls to offer, No tequila, no red flowers, Only the m...

This month there is an additional Moon Prize , the sixty-third, and it goes to Tobi Alfier's prose poem "A Slice of Ruby."  A ...

On this lovely Halloween Blue Moon, this month's Moon Prize , the sixty-second, goes to Raine Geoghegan's poem " The Lungo Drom...

40/40 by Melanie Zipin it’s been much more than 40 days of waiting – holding our breath the shoreline drifting farther away more th...

Exit by Gloria Mindock I hide from you in ways you’ll never know. In this empty house, it is easy. You were condemned a year ago be...

The Crosses by Gloria Mindock We have broken crosses in our drawer. Why are they still here? It is a sin to throw out the symbol of ...