The Memory Lingers On
Three times he said “I love you” and I didn’t notice. Not till later. Days later, even, when I would be lying in bed and suddenly it would hit me.
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2018 Haiku Contest – The Winners!
2018 Haiku Contest Results: Congratulations to the winners of the 2018 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Tiny poems with big meanings…
Mud Season, Graceless & Violet Abandon
Mud Season, Graceless & Violet Abandon – Poetry by Nina Denison – July 14, 2018 – Mud Season, Graceless Difficult to explain How April makes us queasy How the air reeks Blowing out of winter It quickens our breath to smell the last wreck Whatever it was Tease what this year’s will be Air turns thick for us Like open… Read More »Mud Season, Graceless & Violet Abandon
Just Fine
After seven years of your screams | streaming past cracked mirrors, your flushed | face drowning in its own imagination | flooded yellow rooms reflected…
The Vinyl Raincoat
I struggled to unzip the the bottom layer of my wet-look, sunshine yellow, vinyl, fully lined raincoat to transform it from maxi-length into midi.
Rainlight, No Last Words
Writing about painful experiences helps me to work through the complex emotions, lay the anger to rest, and move on.
Just a Half-Teaspoon
During the commotion, a nurse slipped over, and sprinkled in that half-teaspoon of shit. This time I pretended not to see her so I could have a minute to think.
The damsel in distress was not for me…
Helen of Troy stares in the mirror | and wants to destroy what stares back. | She’s fifteen. She doesn’t know yet…
What it Mean(s)(t) to be a Doctor
I remembered, as I always do at such moments, the remarkable series of epiphanies I experienced on a Monday evening twenty-five years ago.