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My soles have walked the earth a hundred times over, and over time have walked. Miles of moonlight, Scores of sunshine, Running after rain, Wading in wind, Counting currents backwards           and...

Welcome, Germies, to this week's writing challenge. This challenge will begin today, March 1st, and will end this Friday, March 7th. However, you are...

Michael's grandfather never said a word until they passed the lot where the old train station was coming down. Then he leaned sideways and...

Where are you from? my children are asked not because of how they talk, or how they look, but how we look with one another, this unfamiliar form of...

you are a knot of negative space. you are unraveling. you seek comfort in areas of doubt. (this is not a love poem. it never will be.) the...

A Short Play . SCENE: A living room. TIME: The present. SETTING:   An end table with a phone sitting on it. AT RISE:   COLE sneaks in. He...

I find inspiration in the wee things in life, in fairy tales, other cultures, poetry, music, and nature. And I still work in my art journal on...

A plaque on the Salem Tavern says, “George Washington slept here.” It’s true, it’s well documented, and my daughter doesn’t care. She’s not a fan.  She hasn’t been since...

Painting leaves of many colors Like a robe once worn Forever young   Sewing quilts of many colors Like house guests of old Come back again   Beading all the many colors Like...

At eight years old we know weather advisory gray, know what is coming. We all have our discs at home, the wax to make them fast. Sleds, snow...