i admit i’ve been there i’ve been to the place where the letters are just before the words come and traveled the clouds where notes hang...

In mid-year 2019 of our newly-launched SAS-C Writers Group meetings, Charles joined us and became a regular bi-monthly meeting...

We’ve each been following our own paths, sharing news about them occasionally when we contact one another. But today we’ve gotten...

What should I write this morning? There are so many stories, memories, thoughts, questions racing around in the hastily-packed...

Introduction For those who are interested enough to read this story, I would like to place some food for thought on the table. When I sat...

it cracks like eggs and shatters like thinly blown glass -- always vulnerable – easy for it to all crumble before your bewildered eyes...

A Progressive Story by Judy Slater, Carol Pullen, Bill Feight, carolyn r zaleon Kaleidoscope. She imagined, what would it be like to see...

Dave Talaga, Nancy Walfish, Evelyn Burns, Rita McMahon A Progressive Story The chilled wind rattled the French doors that separated the...

White Shoal Lighthouse

Sky Space

“Life shouldn’t be so cheap, Gary.” Gary and I stood at the edge of the plateau looking down the hill at hundreds of charred bodies of...

Gwen and I became friends when I was about 8 years old and she 10. It was one of those occasions when my mother “voluntold” me I was to...

It was early in the spring of 1943. The war on the territory of the Soviet Union had been going on since June 22, 1941, the day fascist...

we shouldn’t be fragile fragile ought to be a teacup or finely blown glass not life or psyches souls or constitutions but we are each one...

shin ש the letter shhhhhh the sound awe the feeling at its base the foundation for those who believe three pillars rise up giving...

The comedian aboard our Holland-America cruise ship referred to the audience of passengers including me as a “biology experiment.” He...

Brave, clever tree… What path your detour from nature’s upright call? What thoughts neighbor trees harbor watching as you proclaim your...

It was the morning of September 1, 1942, my big sister Valya’s first day at school. My mom was at work. My grandma was bedridden. When I...

Blue, Blue, Blue My favorite color is blue The sky is blue Music has the blues The great lakes and oceans are blue And sadness can be...

The Crooked Tree No, I’m not wanted by the law or anything like that. It’s just that I am, well crooked. I just popped up out of a...