A Small Epiphany.

I hadn’t submitted anything to the last issue of Rattle, the theme of single parenthood didn’t apply to me. At least that’s what I...

Preludes.

I can see the first changes of colors in the trees. I started spotting single leaves two weeks ago, a drop of gold here, a reddish brown...

TESHUVAH.

We are in the days of awe at the turning of the year. I am not observant in the traditional sense, I don’t often go to temple, I don’t...

It is the last week of August and in the midst of first real heat wave we have had all summer my thoughts are turning to coming the new...

The creek bed of my childhood…...

The creek bed of my childhood had gentle eddies and slow swirling currents, abundant stepping rocks and a small stone bridge to shelter...

Memories.

I didn’t write a word the whole week, but still the part of me that is usually only satiated by writing was fulfilled. I was creating...

sometimes, just sometimes, there is something beyond words

County Fair.

Last night we went to the county fair, the mid-way seemed shrunken, the children less wide eyed, the number of goats and sheep and cows...

The Wild.

I reside in the shelter of a house with all the conveniences, but I still live in the country. I share my geography with deer, turkeys,...

Yes, I am going to write something about Trayvon Martin..

If we change the heart of the story, can we change the ending? Writers explore the context of the world we inhabit. Some of us with poem...

Every time a woman picks up a pen, I feel stronger..

A long time ago, before the age of the internet, I belonged to a group of writers that met weekly for over ten years. We met in the...