“Wake up! Michael’s stopped breathing. We gotta go.” The voice seems familiar, perhaps a childhood playmate’s. I cling to sleep...
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I dream seafloor shells, bones / stirring in walls: forgotten, lithified / things buzzing, buzzing beneath a drone’s wings.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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...
6 Reasons Why an Exotic Writing Retreat Should Be Your Next Dream VacationPlus – Our Top Picks for Your Stay Exotic Writing Retreats, an article by Rochelle Angyal For the
I’m pleased to announce the release of Issue 3 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find...
“Jesus,” Jenny whispers, her eyes dark and wild, catching mine as I stand on the other side of the bed. “Should I keep reading this?”
I am wholly and completely my own person, an individual defined only by myself.Or at least, that’s what I’d like to believe. I’d like to...
I’m shivering in a hospital gown and Hanes underwear. A nurse brings me another blanket, crisp with hot starch. I want to cry.
I sat in the dark movie theater watching Crazy Rich Asians and found myself crying. Crying is not unusual for me, especially while watching...
After the unconventional release of their 2014 album, U2 received overwhelmingly negative feedback. One day in...
Don was awoken early by a familiar pain in his left knee. He rubbed the swollen joint as he sat upright in bed. Sighing, he glanced at...
