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Writer’s Choice

Gelato and Frost

It is a sweltering night the first time I am unfaithful. One of those late July nights where the city clings to you. Hollywood is on fire.

Poetry and Healing with Roger Sippl

The Sweater: The doctors tell me the main tumor in my chest is the size of a softball. She uses a double strand of yarn and thin knitting needles…

In memoriam - candle in hands

In Memoriam

“Alison, Daddy died today,” spoke my mom. She had positioned me on a wicker-backed bar stool in the center of my kitchen…

Incomplete Woman

Incomplete Woman

My last partner threw me away after my legs wouldn’t open for him. He didn’t explicitly say that of course; he said something about a lack of connection.

poetry therapy

Poetry Therapy

Using poetry and journaling as part of therapy is growing in practice. Poetry therapy studies can be taken through various accredited organizations.

Prisoner

The Prisoner: Free at Last

Read the short story, The Prisoner: Free at Last, by Phil McNichol: “Quite often I fell to my knees and beat my fists against that block.”

Jeremy Luke Hill

Julia’s Garden

Short story by Jeremy Luke Hill: “He was backing away, his hands held out in front of him to ward off whatever it was that was happening before his eyes…”