Tell me, in all your travels, have you ever seen the origin of the universe unfold before your eyes? I have… once. At night, a night on the Oregon coast.
Nerves danced beneath my skin, prickling and intensifying with each passing moment. The TV droned in the background.
I slip through the conference hall as swiftly as my pumps allow, with a big smile and a wave to my venture capitalist buddies in back.
We've just launched the first ever Dreamers Magazine and I couldn't be more excited... and scared. When the package with the first printed proof arrived, I was afraid to open it.
Chick Ernest had been chatting with other parents when his son nearly died. The basketball season ended around Thanksgiving and the Sharks went to Kat’s Kradle...
It’s not enough anymore to just advertise facts; you have to tell a story. In the past, marketing was simple but our methods for communication have changed.
Shamon, don’t give up. The stones are already in place, we merely need to step— One at a time. Don’t slip. Your shadow is only your low-hanging cape. Onto it, sew your doubts.
I’ve always been a devoted learner. When I’m not in school in some capacity or other, I feel like something’s missing.
Neal Bickley had thought that a public ass-chewing couldn’t be that bad. Watching the chairman skewer board meeting presenters...
Long before there was ever an oath in his name, Hippocrates knew there was nothing funny about the humors. He knew what real wounds were made of...
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Oh, Rumi, | I do not want to hear this right now. | Don’t speak to me about bravery and sharp | compassion. | I have had howling hurt | And it sucks.
Three times he said “I love you” and I didn’t notice. Not till later. Days later, even, when I would be lying in bed and suddenly it would hit me.
2018 Haiku Contest Results: Congratulations to the winners of the 2018 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Tiny poems with big meanings...
Mud Season, Graceless & Violet Abandon – Poetry by Nina Denison – July 14, 2018 – Mud Season, Graceless Difficult to explain How April makes us queasy How the air
I struggled to unzip the the bottom layer of my wet-look, sunshine yellow, vinyl, fully lined raincoat to transform it from maxi-length into midi.
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