The Namesake and the Unnamed
She was like a hummingbird, always flighty and in movement, but my mother’s eyes were glued to the screen this time…
She was like a hummingbird, always flighty and in movement, but my mother’s eyes were glued to the screen this time…
Congratulations to the winners of the 2023 Dreamers Micro Nonfiction Story Writing Contest, for nonfiction stories between 100-300 words.
As spring morphed into summer an idea sprung forth – a sanctuary on the veranda. It would be a soothing space.
When I feel insignificant, I reconnect with past times by sifting through my extensive collection of business cards.
There is a day I often think of in its surreality, annulment and modifications of posture. You have found the beautification of shame…
Why ‘play’ Tai-Chi? It is simply joyous to be able to move around and control the body and cycle the energies.
I look back over these “poem a day” entries, I see my life reflected in four to sixteen-line purges.
The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.
Explore the words and worlds of those voices deemed too unruly. The term ‘Crazy’ undermines radical thought.