Daily Poem: The Singer ~ James Brush
The Singer ~ James Brush I strung my guitar with hair you gave me, thinking it was yours, but old songs came in unknown keys, the voices of animals.
The Singer ~ James Brush I strung my guitar with hair you gave me, thinking it was yours, but old songs came in unknown keys, the voices of animals.
The Great Fear ~ Piera Oppezzo The history of my self is the history of a great fear of being myself, set against the fear of losing myself, set against the fear of fear. It could not be otherwise: in apprehension memory is lost, its submission is everything. Nor could my childhood, ransacked by family, […]
For those unfamiliar with the phenomenon, “June Gloom” refers to the fog which lingers off the coast of Northern California during the summer. Everywhere else in North America is sunny and bright, but we are blessed with prolonged cool weather and overcast skies all month. “It is June. I am tired of being brave.” ~ Anne […]
Origami Moon ~ Colleen Redman A snip of folded moon opens like a swan in a solo swim across a paper blue morning.
My brain chemistry doesn’t care about my privilege, whether actual or attributed. Yes, I am a white, middle-class woman with a college degree, and those things give me advantages. But my brain chemistry doesn’t care about any of those things. I have a good job, working with reliable colleagues and (mostly) reasonable clients. I have […]
