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.
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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...
An insistent voice brought me out of the void and darkness. “What is your name? Where are you?” My eyes opened to see a...
I’ve been waiting for you. Patiently waiting among the sepia pages and crisp black and white edges.
Instantly, the first chapter of Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi introduces a peculiar, dissociative predicament, “By the time she (our body) struggled out into the world, slick and louder than a village...
Writing and love making have much in common. Through your imagination, you, Writer, caress your precious Reader and you are...
The call I was expecting came just after two o’clock on a blustery March afternoon. Instead of going home after my meeting...
