Writing In A Woman's Voice

  FLIGHT by Tina Klimas Is she still mother? Restrained by IVs and catheter bags and tubes— she flies with the blue of a jay, on t...

THE ILLUSION OF IDENTITY by Tina Klimas I have disappeared. A lone bird, an ingredient, blended into a flock. We soar and dip as one...

Night Moves, Reprised                                                           by Claire Massey The boy was a maverick who shared with...

Measured and pinned by Rebecca Dempsey   Scans searched. Locked on looking clear through to the other side. Echoes detected shadows....

  poem by Lisa B. Friedland I love things that don’t make sense  like trees manhattan  and the woman in stilettos pushing the baby c...

  poem by Lisa B. Friedland i became an adult today  singing in the rain finding the hay at my back the wind at my front  do we eve...

End of January by Melanie Choukas-Bradley   Don’t leave me January In your deep I want to sleep In your pale days I want to go on idle...