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Mycelium Flowering
What compels me to sit and write… There are facts, studies, but what is the “push”? Inspiration. Breath in. Expiration. Breath out. Could...
Linda LDuc
At the Gate
I filmed “At the Gate” at MFA Boston’s Japanese Zen Garden, using a stop-motion technique in which the movements of real people are made...
Melissa Shaak
The Do-Over
We had never rafted before or really spent time in the Southwest. But there we were—a family paddling down the Green River in Utah....
Marie Lavendier
Wild Cats
I was nine years old when we moved to the new cedar and glass house Mom and Jim designed to perch over an intermittent stream in...
Linda Castronovo
Spreading the Love, One Jar at a Time
Becoming the next caretaker of our family tradition feels distinctly Southern. Not for the act of caretaking, per se, but for what the...
George Lancaster
A Sight
a spectator sees unseen things like knowing where new trees grow an accounting for branches ends or where the roots spread their bends a...
Eileen P. Kennedy
The Evolution of Spring
I get drunk on trees On bare branches strung together Beautifully laced Tiny buds greenly sugaring the sky And the starburst of magnolias...
Barbara Wimsatt
Elizabeth Castronovo 1962-2022
My sister Elizabeth was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia (CLL) in August 2000, two months after her 38th birthday. Married and...
Linda Castronovo
Applause
walking on dead leaves blood reds, skin tints, old fool's gold soles on souls, clapping Hakuin Ekaku’s well-known koan: “Two hands clap...
Jane McPhetres Johnson
A Call to Arms:
Aventuras en Las Sierras Guadarramas In the fall of 1971, at the outset of my junior year abroad as a student at Smith College, I had an...
Stephanie Shafran
Without Words
We walk without words through the near pasture where Monarchs flit above flowers, Larks build grass houses, an old birch tree towers....
Mycelia C.
31 Tips for the Newly Diagnosed
1 - Picture yourself extremely old, and very happy. 2 - Sleep. Sleep some more. 3 - Your body is the boss. Listen up. 4 - Sugar is...
Elizabeth Castronovo
The Redemptive Power of Sunsets
I don’t have a clear view of sunsets from my house but on mid-summer evenings I can see a faint rosy glow, the edge of the sunset,...
Lynn Bechtel
Words
There are words written inside of me, that are written already in the wide open sky. They seem to disappear like wispy clouds or like...
Dorothy Riehm
What You Can Do
You can put feathers in your hair. You can put shells in a glass jar to sit on the windowsill. You can collect rocks from holy places....
Madlynn Haber
A Lasting Chore
The booth seats in the cafe haven’t changed. Just like before, the tufted, faux-leather upholstery smells of spoiled milk. Fifteen years...
George Lancaster
The Other Side
Will it hurt much? she asks It’s a few drops by mouth, mom. It won’t hurt I’m ready She opens her mouth like a baby bird We hold hands,...
Linda Castronovo
Contradiction
My heart is like any other, a strong and persistent muscle, doing its job, keeping the hot red stuff of life in motion. Mine is not among...
Erin Ervin
Presence
Open your awareness to each day Let morning light shine in your eyes and grey clouds ease your gaze Take in the sounds around you...
Carla Manene Cooke
Brava, Clarica
The amount of time I spent online looking for apartments was absurd. It was so expensive to live in that city, especially with my costly...
Nancy Saporta Sternbach
Looking for the Pink House
Ocean City, New Jersey (After Richard Blanco poem) There should be nothing here I don’t remember… The pink house with pine paneling and a...
Celia Jeffries
Valiant Pup
Our mini-schnoodle Carly is seven pounds of pure devotion. She greets (or threatens, depending on your perspective) all visitors to our...
Elizabeth Castronovo
Clarity
He did not think her pain was romantic. He thought it indulgent, the result of her having too much money, a life of comfort, so she had...
Jane Mortifee
Kwan Yin
I hadn't attended the yoga studio near my home in years. My personal practice had devolved into a series of standing and balancing...
Linda Castronovo
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