Restive and Uprising
I slip through the conference hall as swiftly as my pumps allow, with a big smile and a wave to my venture capitalist buddies in back.
Stories Poems Essays
Holes
I have to find new holes because the tampons need somewhere to go. They live everywhere: every purse I own, the cup holders in my car, the pockets of…
Scented Beans Destroy Themselves
Chick Ernest had been chatting with other parents when his son nearly died. The basketball season ended around Thanksgiving and the Sharks went to Kat’s Kradle…
In Time I’ll Thank Shamon
Shamon, don’t give up. The stones are already in place, we merely need to step— One at a time. Don’t slip. Your shadow is only your low-hanging cape.
Onto it, sew your doubts.
Moon Window
Neal Bickley had thought that a public ass-chewing couldn’t be that bad. Watching the chairman skewer board meeting presenters…
Other Side of the Room
Long before there was ever an oath in his name, Hippocrates knew there was nothing funny about the humors. He knew what real wounds were made of…
A Response to Rumi
Oh, Rumi, | I do not want to hear this right now. | Don’t speak to me about bravery and sharp | compassion. | I have had howling hurt | And it sucks.
The Memory Lingers On
Three times he said “I love you” and I didn’t notice. Not till later. Days later, even, when I would be lying in bed and suddenly it would hit me.
2018 Haiku Contest – The Winners!
2018 Haiku Contest Results: Congratulations to the winners of the 2018 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Tiny poems with big meanings…