We would caterwaul to high heaven when the rains halted, as my mother would say. We knew that my mother would be tending to the laundry. Saturday chores. From hamper to wringer washing machine. To the clothesline with pillowcases and sheets and tablecloths and daddy’s boxers and my trainer bras all suspended with clothespins. … Continue reading What Storm, What Thunder – Marianne Peel
darkness has settled in for the evening the cold outside our four snug walls frosts our windows turns snow into a hard, white crust that reflects our soft bedroom light the day has been long, my love I have been doing battle with the world today I have been doing battle with myself my body … Continue reading When Darkness Falls – Christine E. Ray
Harold was in his favorite deli, when he started whining. His waiter, the unfortunate person who drew the short straw, went to his table. "This food tastes terrible. Make it again,” demanded Harold. “No problem,” said the waiter, clearing the table. Still dissatisfied, Harold asked to speak to the cook. “There’s something wrong with this … Continue reading HAROLD THE WHINER – Georgiann Carlson
“Can I ask you a question?” “Sure,” said the statue. “Doesn’t what you’re carrying ever get heavy?” “Yes. It does.” “Then why do you carry it?” asked the girl. “I carry it because the hopes and dreams of little girls are inside the vessel. If I put it down, all will be lost. This is … Continue reading ALL THAT SHE CARRIED II – Georgiann Carlson
Going from, going to, or both She carried just a few things or many She carried the visible and the invisible She carried in pockets She carried in suitcase She carried in bags She carried in pack She carried in hands She carried in memory She carried in hope She carried in fear She carried … Continue reading ALL THAT SHE CARRIED – Robert G. Wertzler
i long to paint but this unceasing palette of dirty whites and tired grays that lurk outside every window sucks the rich marrow from my bones whittles my winter- chilled fingers into skeletal twigs silvery bark peeling clumsy useless a cardinal briefly breaks my monotonous horizon a small spot of vivid crimson I drink thirstily … Continue reading Paler Shade of Winter – Christine E. Ray
Brave & Reckless 