The Last Shift

You awake into the world where she’s gone, her life taken by a drunk driver while biking home in the cool night air...

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Cat Remembers Being Young

Today I tap my tail against a dandelion while admiring my ageless shadow

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Your Every Breath

Sanjay and I continued our daily chess games under the watchful eye of our parents, with long pauses and smiles...

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K. L. Johnston Poetry Collection

When you slipped away and their last murmuring prayers failed, when your glorious voice was forgotten in sorrow...

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There is something in the mirror

What is my voice when it has nothing to imitate? Whose beauty is this but not the beautiful ones it mimics?

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Magazine Issue 13 Now Available

We're pleased to announce the release of Issue 13 of the Dreamers Magazine, including the winners of our Flash Contest. Get your copy now!

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Dein Finger

There is a day I often think of in its surreality, annulment and modifications of posture. You have found the beautification of shame...

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Results of the 2022 Dreamers Flash Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the 2021 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. There were so many incredible stories this year!

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Chi and Me

Why ‘play’ Tai-Chi? It is simply joyous to be able to move around and control the body and cycle the energies.

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Blame the Bricks

Running along the new brick road. The grout is still young and lovely. My shoes grinding dirt into the grout.

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Enter the Place and Home Writing Contest

Submit your stories of migration and/or your sense of place, of home or lack of, and your empathy to the plight of migrants around the world.

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Daring to Dance

Old and young came together, embracing in their triumph, entangled in the throng’s euphoria.

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First Home

Guilt-ridden Joshua wanted his father to understand. “I want to be a physicist. Politics are of no interest to me".

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these are not poems

I look back over these “poem a day” entries, I see my life reflected in four to sixteen-line purges.

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On Saturday

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

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The Knowing

I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me

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Never Forget

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.

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Grey’s Humanity

The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.

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