Writing Myself Alive: An Episodic Poem

Writing to keep calm Haiku in the seminar Villanelle at dusk Desperation firmly anchored in the stormy sea of...

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Prayer

Lisa worried her way through the second round of in vitro and the resulting pregnancy with Stella and Jackson. Our first in vitro...

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Slowing Down

Dr. Mica Monroe crossed the kitchen with four clicks of her six inch heels and opened the refrigerator door. Twenty one neatly stacked...

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The Crash

"My father liked to work with his hands So much so that it created calluses on his palms and he survived solely on manual labor..."

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The Hard Way, Kid

DEAR OLD WEST TECH, WE’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. It’s the opening line of my high school...

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Against Ruins, in Praise of Pink

“Yes, yes. Over there is fine. Just under the middle window. Thank you so much,” Braynah said, directing the two workmen. Both men, in burly middle age...

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Maybe a Mango, Recovery, Yearly Physical

Peach halves wobble in pineapple jello on the tray across her hospital bed, a kitchen accustomed to the elderly; still, Green Pines...

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Results of the 2019 Dreamers Writing Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the Dreamers Writing Contest: Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home. In the United States, Dreamers is a term ...

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Drowning Manifesto

Do not tempt the sharks. Do not move your limbs horizontally or vertically. Do not hold on to pictures or passports or holy books...

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Hail Mary

I’m crammed in with forty-nine other pairs of feet, shackled in steel. It’s kinda like a reverse Oreo of...

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I Don’t Speak Icelandic

“Eg tala ekki Islensku,” I say, with a perfect accent: “I don’t speak Icelandic.” It’s the sentence I utter most often in my mother’s language...

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Peace, Order and Pretty Good Normal

Hamid told Ava he was standing at the corner of King and James when a goose dropped like a flailing accordion out of the sky.

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Desert Spirits

My mom made sure we were in the car by three in the morning, quickly cramming us into a rented tour van. Eleven of us were on the way to Mama Cuca’s house...

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Home, Alone

Tucked into the soft cushions of the couch, I look out through the branches of the Christmas tree at the front lawn.

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Houston

We drift between our areola outlined pupils expanding with flickers of artificial sunshine in Third Ward where the dead are buried in gun cartridges...

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Book Review: Chew it Over

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound—or, in some cases, several hundred—of cure. This age-old-adage is the cornerstone of Alex Nedvetsky’s self-help health book...

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 2

I'm pleased to announce the release of Issue 2 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find an exclusive interview with Steven Heighton...

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Dreamers Year 1 Anthology

I'm pleased to announce the launch of the first ever Dreamers anthology. The Dreamers anthology contains all 119 poems, stories and essays...

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