You awake into the world where she’s gone, her life taken by a drunk driver while biking home in the cool night air...
Today I tap my tail against a dandelion while admiring my ageless shadow
Sanjay and I continued our daily chess games under the watchful eye of our parents, with long pauses and smiles...
When you slipped away and their last murmuring prayers failed, when your glorious voice was forgotten in sorrow...
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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There is a day I often think of in its surreality, annulment and modifications of posture. You have found the beautification of shame...
Congratulations to the winners of the 2021 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. There were so many incredible stories this year!
Why ‘play’ Tai-Chi? It is simply joyous to be able to move around and control the body and cycle the energies.
Running along the new brick road. The grout is still young and lovely. My shoes grinding dirt into the grout.
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.
Old and young came together, embracing in their triumph, entangled in the throng’s euphoria.
Guilt-ridden Joshua wanted his father to understand. “I want to be a physicist. Politics are of no interest to me".
I look back over these “poem a day” entries, I see my life reflected in four to sixteen-line purges.
I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.
I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me
Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.
The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.
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