Sheets

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...

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 5

I’m pleased to announce the release of Issue 5 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find...

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Eliminating Rahiem

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...

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STILL

and every day my mother, who is every day a mother, looks down defeated by her hands the hands that are her mother’s hands the gnarled strega nonna branches

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Atlas

The Narrator’s cane taps an uneven rhythm against ancient stone tiles as he hobbles through the library. There is almost no light to see by, but this does not slow his pace.

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In the Cypress Hills

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.

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Doll

I was there to induce labor at 22 weeks’ gestation. I was there to end my pregnancy. To have a late-term abortion. Abortion. Jesus, the word stings, doesn’t it?

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Fishing

Three of Jake’s buddies flew directly from Afghanistan into intensive rehab for amputees. Jake got dropped off back home with a medal...

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Some Days Are Yellow

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...

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Rose-T(a)inted

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'?

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Breathing; Love These Lively Things

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.

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Dreamers Writing Retreat

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.

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Gerry’s Ride

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.

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Who I Am

I never knew how my mom would answer the question that I’d pose to her each morning when I’d call at 6:45. It was the same question every day...

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Sunday Drive

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.

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What I want the surgeon to know

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...

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You Never Know, and More…

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?

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The Identified Patient

What brings you here? I ask. My name badge tugs at my thin floral blouse asking me the same question. My name has sorrow...

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