What I want the surgeon to know

What I want the surgeon to know is not included in the pre-op interview, where my life of pain has been reduced to color-by-number shades: a lavender 4 to get out of bed, an orange 7...

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You Never Know, and More…

Stepping out of autumn-chilled water, sun still warming my bare skin, I glance back at the lake wondering, will this be my last swim of the season?

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The Identified Patient

What brings you here? I ask. My name badge tugs at my thin floral blouse asking me the same question. My name has sorrow...

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Here At Home

When my grandmother died, my mother reported that her last words were: “Is that all?” Although I was not present at her death, I doubted this.

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Compendium

apprehension caused by awareness that a crucial detail has been left out | fear of putting into words things felt intuitively | fear that ...

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An Accident

It was an accident, he didn’t mean to, I forced him, I provoked, I should have kept my distance, should have shut up when told...

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Danny’s Song

The pale-blue sky stretches to the horizon, broken up here and there by tendrils of white scudding along like wispy phantoms.

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Preemie

My daughter, now eighteen, is vibrant and healthy. Julia Rose has wild curly blonde hair that frames her face like a lion’s mane.

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A Kind of Poetry in It

Each day he packs. Takes pictures off the walls, adds the dish that held his morning toast. The crumbs too. One slipper goes into his bag. One stays under the bed.

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Lipstick on a Cigarette

“It’s him - I’m sure of it.” “Lizzie, I think your imagination is working overtime. It’s not him.”

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Where Courage Lives

I walk into my parents’ home to pick my mom up for a family gathering, and like most days over the past few weeks, palpable sorrow greets me at the door.

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curled into sorts.

a darkening sky feeds on a bloodied woman dawn beckons freedom

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An Interview with Steven Heighton

An interview with author, Steven Heighton, featuring writing as re-enaction, exploring obsessions, and the night-mind.

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The First 50

While growing up in Spanish Harlem - El Barrio as we knew it during the exhilarating years of the 1970s and 80s - diversity was my monarch, acceptance my culture, and faith my freedom.

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13 Social Media Marketing Tips for Authors

Social media has provided writers with an abundance of opportunities. From networking to marketing; it's now possible for their work to reach thousands of readers, in just a click of a button.

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 4

I’m pleased to announce the release of Issue 3 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find...

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The Body as Poem

A new mother doesn't need words to pray. Her body is a pulsing prayer in motion. If there's a part or fiber of her body not engaged in nurturing I don't know of it.

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Recovery

On a long inland lake shaped like a kidney bean, banked by low cliffs and surrounded by miles of boreal forest, brooded over by a solid grey sky, a lone canoe zigs and zags about the central waters...

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