Count
Count backwards from 100. I reach 97, then I’m gone. Off to dreamland, where sometimes dreams become nightmares that become reality.
Dreamers Reading Room
Denise
When I was a little kid, my mom would sit on my bed and play with my hair or tickle my back as she tucked me in at night.
Obituary
He fell from fatherhood, and said the fall was slow, like water through wood. He said he didn’t know. That’s all.
5 Helpful Writing Resources for the First-Time Author
We’ve come a long way since the days of painting stories on cave walls. Just as storytellers have evolved over the centuries, so have their tools…
In His Place
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
In the Mirror, For My Mother
In the bathwater I see rose petals falling on a little girl in pigtails & sundress reaching for your manicured hand In the mirror I see raindrops
Zenstronomy
Zen of Instruction
You say, “Hey, you know,
that makes a lot of good sense!”
I feel gratified.
Diamond in the Sky
She was already talking about me before I was born. She made the decision that I would be named Jacqueline. She would peek through the bars of my crib and blow me goodnight kisses.
Dreamers Magazine Issue 6
We’re pleased to announce the release of Issue 6 of the Dreamers Magazine, a “healing writing” special edition. Get your copy now before we run out!