Bird Without a Song

Hana leans into the second verse, singing about the loneliness of a songless bird. The music in my life is missing.

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Shoulder Season

Our names were announced over the booming horde hailing the local girl making history. The bell tolled.

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Recipe for Life (With Butter and Sugar)

I feel safe and warm, and I drift to sleep with the smell of apples, sugar, and butter gently filling my nose.

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Train of Souls

I am drawn to the train tracks and find the memory haunting. Because that’s how you died, my little brother.

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Inside her Belly

I lay down on the couch ushered by my anguish. The clock ticks, backwards. I’m four again.

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translate my heart

I ache to whisper the fullness of my heart, but can’t decode it swift enough to speak. It’s a foreign language.

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Snow Ducks

The late November grey hung in curtains all around them. And of course, greyest of all, on Leonard’s mood.

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Book Review: The Wild Heavens

Sarah Louise Butler’s new novel contains a mystery, intrinsically connected to nature and reader perception.

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The Ghost in Her Room

My father puts his hands on my shoulders. I haven’t seen him in ten years, but he looks good.

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 9

We're pleased to announce the release of Issue 9 of the Dreamers Magazine, including the winners of our Haiku Contest. Get your copy now!

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2021 Haiku Contest – The Winners!

Congratulations to the winners of the 2021 Dreamers Haiku Contest! We just love this haiku contest! Read the winning haiku...

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Lake Powell

The city of Page sleeps as I slide my leg over my motorcycle. The sun crowns over the horizon and sets the desert aglow.

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The Living Room

There they were. A family of two. In a house with strong bones and a living room ready to hold them.

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In My Garmentless Glory

I had no more an idea of what to expect as I would going on a blind-date in a black hole..."

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Inside Dementia

But, here and now, I remember everything! My life seems abstract and surreal, but I am seeing it and hearing your words.

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A Gentle Man Of Science

His black dog led him to a noose at the end of a rope. I was fearful she was on a similar path.

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Letting Love Happen

In my mind I beg her silently, don’t ask him about memory loss. He remembers the words to the songs that make him happy.

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Chemo Day

The tubes going in your are toxic but trying to save your life. Such a high price to pay.

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