Poem up at Parks and Points, with two bonus poems that all celebrate fifty years of friendship with April.

Ancestry.com says they have hints about my mother, and I'm here to set them straight. Motherhood, grief, revenge, and help.

How my impossible manager’s comeuppance was the best workplace gift I could have received

My mother made dinner every single night. We didn’t eat out. Ever. I grew up on sixties Midwestern food, colored by my mother’s aversions and preference. She loved her meals fiercely, but anything co...

She ran her finger around the margin where there was only white, no terra cotta or paprika or burnt umber or ginger spice. “I like white.” Her voice was so soft that he almost couldn’t hear her.&nb…

woods and forests and what they have to do with writing

Containing poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, art, and photography this issue celebrates all that rural fall has to offer.

Her eyes move from table to table, person to person. He’d somehow forgotten this in the last six months. He’d forgotten her restless eyes tracking whoever walked by, leaving the impression that he was...

A little cri du coeur about working on your work and avoiding all the noise

While my oldest daughter was growing up we attended Little People of America functions, though only one person in our family was short. We went to city and regional gatherings in Portland and Seattle,...

the ekphrastic review: visual art and writing, ekphrastic poetry, ekphrastic flash fiction, ekphrastic prose, ekphrastic essays, writing and literature responding to visual art

The Invisible Stenographer is a persona that found me a few years ago. Some people say poetry can’t change a life, but I beg to differ. She (the Gregg shorthand gal) kept me going at a time when my…

A nightly spell of sleep falls / heavy on the sea.

YouTube video by M P

What made the winter wren say, this is my home now, as it carried stick after stick and tufts of grass to the tractor, shaping a soft place inside the arm that lifts the bucket?

My dogs, Covid-19, and grief. A poem.