Jane raced around her apartment leaving chaos in her wake. She was like a whirling dervish of manic energy. She always worked herself into a state...
Dreamers Creative Writing is dedicated to writing that is from the heart.
I’m pleased to announce the release of Issue 5 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find...
I have already decided: Today is the day I will kill my mother’s boyfriend. Mama's loaded shotgun has been leaning against her old dresser...
Clouds under stars, and the stars move superior to the clouds. I open my eyes to the sound of horses, peer up from a slit in my blankets.
Some days are yellow, some are blue. I know by heart my two-year-old’s favorite Dr. Seuss book and the rhymes repeat in my mind...
You loved the rose-scented soap in my bathroom. You would rub it all over your body in the shower, and I would flinch, and think 'is that even hygienic'?
Run. Twirl. Swing. Dash out the door. Hop around squares. Kneel on the floor. Jump through two ropes that are turning. All as natural as a bird taking wing.
We're hosting a writing retreat in Hepworth, Ontario, Canada! Join us July 17-20, 2020 at the Dreamers Writing Farm near beautiful Sauble Beach in the Bruce Peninsula.
Gerry has a busted face. We could all see it coming, standing at the bottom of the hill, looking up at him hurtling down on his snow saucer.
It was the first beautiful Sunday of spring. You know that smell the air gets when the sun finally comes out? That’s what that day was. Winter had been grueling.
What I want the surgeon to know is not included in the pre-op interview, where my life of pain has been reduced to color-by-number shades: a lavender 4 to get out of bed, an orange 7...
Stepping out of autumn-chilled water, sun still warming my bare skin, I glance back at the lake wondering, will this be my last swim of the season?
What brings you here? I ask. My name badge tugs at my thin floral blouse asking me the same question. My name has sorrow...
