• Holiday Image

    At Coffee House Writers, we were asked to write about a holiday memory. I have fond memories of the most wacky Christmas I ever spent with my maternal grandparents. My grandpa and I have always had a special bond. We love goofing around together. My grandpa is your typical Leave It To Beaver style grandpa.  ...
  • holding hands

    “I love you,” you said.   I became short of breath.“What do you love?”I asked.    “I love you,”you said, smiling.   “What parts of me don’t you love?” I asked sheepishly.   “I love you,” you kept saying, passing your hand through my unkempt hair.   “You don’t love my unkempt hair,”I protested.   “I love ...
  • pocketwatch, grains of sand.

    Take a look around youDo you see the hidden secrets?The whispers on the wind? The loneliness in the dusk? All around usThese are the signs that we cannot seeThe subtle way the world shiftsAlerting us to its woes Each moment is tinyThe size of a grain of sandYet, each so impactfulAs to change the course ...

    She gave her birth, breathed life into her. Fed, caressed, soothed, punished. Comforted again. She got her to believe in all things unreal or what seemed real. But today, child’s grown enough to be self-reliant. She needs no womb, no feeds, nor caresses. Her own strength guides her, and she forms her own beliefs. Mother ...
  • Chameleon

    The Chameleon says to her Mom, “I want to be many creatures and do many things, all at once.” Mom tells her she cannot be any more than one creature at a time, and cannot do more than one thing at a time. She has to pick one. But Chameleon can’t. Her mind travels fast ...
  • woman watching the ocean

    I love to be rightwhen it bringsclarity.I feel giddy with wisdom. I hate to be rightwhen it highlights signs of separation and magnifies heartache.Then I feel frozenwatching you shivering. Feeling right,I could do withoutsince it’s not a feeling but a state of mind,And what if I’m not?
  • Sunrise

    O GLORIOUS SUN My skin feels cool, but it misses your warmth. Branches sway, but still wish to revel in your heat. Leaves flit about and sleep on the floor. But every ounce within them, recalls how they filled spaces all the way to the top. They almost kissed you, O dear Sun. Since your ...
  • Image of London skyline

    Considerable moonlight reaches even the darkest alleys and lights them up with a silvery haze. Throngs of people in raincoats take cabs or buses through serpentine streets to escape the storm. There is no knowing how long it will last. An hour. Two. More. Daylight is a funny thing here in London. It overextends its ...
  • Books for reading

    Ivy Three grows up in a five-thousand-person space station called The Exodus. The ship orbits two hundred and fifty-four miles above planet Earth. It’s a safe space, providing a stable life, a place full of windows where electric trains run, crops sprout from well-organized fields, and workers walk in lines like ants in a colony. Ivy sleeps ...
  • whale in the ocean

    I’m an animal person, so any story involving animals is bound to get at my emotions. Recently, I came across a Facebook post about “the loneliest whale,” which broke my heart. So, of course, I had to research this poor creature. According to the Facebook post, this particular whale calls out at a different frequency ...