A leaf breaks through the rainy mist and spirals to the gravel. “Nick, look!” Bria’s gaze follows the rock face up to where its peak hides in the fog.
Today I will lay him to rest, scattering his ashes in this extraordinarily beautiful setting.
Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..
Some writers say that they can’t work under deadline – they can create only when inspiration comes. They ignore milestones.
As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign...
The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home...
Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin...
I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me...
I can't do this. I can't parent without him. I can't hold this family together. I am failing them. I am failing everyone.
Some catalyst would send my heart racing, my lungs suddenly too large for my rib cage. Mouth glued to a vaporizer...
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
Shapes of Native Nonfiction delivers 27 lyric essays from 18 indigenous authors. The essays are grouped into four sections—technique, coiling, plaiting, and twining.
I long for that boring state of alignment that I can rely on sharing with those around me...
My friends detonate their truth bombs right in my face.
Dreamers Writing is hosting a Writing to Heal online workshop series. Each workshop has a unique theme & they don't need to be done in order.
Not meant for fingers or your branding pain, my skin turned inward that day...
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I used to teach.
I will always be a 'daughter of', though Mom and Dad are now gone. I will always be a wife and mother. I write too.
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