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Semi Colon

There are days, sometimes weeks, when you don’t even think about it. Then, one day, in front of the bathroom mirror, you face the glaring reminders. Three scars.

Rhythm

“Wake up! Michael’s stopped breathing. We gotta go.” The voice seems familiar, perhaps a childhood playmate’s. I cling to sleep…

I Can’t Even Get to Hell

After the first of my many cousins died from cancer, the extended family started getting together every August to picnic in Westchester County, New York.

Inside a Ring of Owls

Last night we stood outside and all around us the owls were calling to each other. It felt like a perfect circle and we were standing in the middle.

kindled

This morning, my body unfurls from sleep, soft sheets teasing bare breasts, groin thrumming. Outside my window, a goldfinch whistles and warbles. I laugh aloud. There are miracles in the garden…

Of Shoes, Feet, and Legs

My mother had great legs. She passed them on; Nora has them now. Her shoes were small and wide, like her feet—European feet. She had so many shoes.

Autobiography of a Boob

Let’s talk about breasts. We’re all woman here. They are a part of us, sometimes, however briefly, perfect. We women tend to think that ours are too large, too small, too droopy…

2019 Haiku Contest – The Winners!

Congratulations to the winners of the 2019 Dreamers Haiku Contest! We had over 600 haiku submitted to this contest. The number and quality of the entries…