Literary Pieces
First thing in the morning, I immediately checked my email. Strangely enough, it was one of the familiar constants that…
“Siren Song” by Amber Lea Greene The wave is coming I feel the swells, the impending crash Frigid waters render…
April 24, 2020 Joe and I pulled into the dark empty parking garage as the clock turned to midnight. The…
To the depths of my heart and soul, I have always wanted to be a mom; it is a sacred…
The distance of their homestead to town made it difficult to arrange many after school or weekend play-dates with children…
When I was about 9-years-old, I became conscious that eating candy—lots of it, made me feel better. Like how I…
The tremble of your voice during our conversation is seared into my memory. Fearless, as usual, you explained to me…
Sonnet #46 I’d be lying if something worth saying Would compel other people to hear me There’s no denying apathy’s…
Natalia didn’t quite know what it meant to suffer but she heard this term a million times. Her mother talked…
Sunrise on Upper East New York City, 1988 New York sunrise over Harlem River. Rising so amber, so Amun-Ra…
Natalia was a worried girl. Her nail beds, always red and raw from chewing and picking her opaque skin, her…
The Oracle saw all. A priestess of sight, she forsake her own womanhood in service to the gods and goddesses…
A good kenning sears right into your soul and plays music on your heart strings. A good kenning turns something…
When my sister invited me to run the San Francisco Half Marathon, I was a 24 year old college dropout…
Marta was a cute little girl, with jet-black hair and deep brown eyes. Her bronze skin and dark hair were…
I lost an old friend from high school. The news of his death was both shocking and overwhelming. I felt…
She confesses to me, “Mommy says I have to go. She gets mad when I say I don’t want to.”…
The second coming of Christ occurred on September 23rd, 1949. Jesus of Nazareth’s younger brother wasn’t born in the old…
A Coming of Rage in East Rutherford! It hardly seems possible, that three decades have come and gone since a…
Getting There. From my window seat, I can see the airport building through the haze. It is not at all…
Advocating for the wrongly condemned, “Why do we want to kill all the broken people?” On April 18th 2016 I…
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