The Glory of Sky(e)
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
In, around and beyond our village
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
By Marilyn French St. George
Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
By Amelia Redl
I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
By Kimberly-Anne Ford
When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.
I wrote this true story years ago but the ending has never felt right, too ghostly to my science-oriented mind. Then last year in a crawl space I found the original journal from where the story originated.
Now it’s even more mysterious.
By Michael Cooper
I hold dear to my heart my Louisiana roots; its cooking, its music, its joie de vivre.
Post by Hilary Jocelyn – I suddenly and urgently want to be somewhere else.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
Who knew there was a virus silently trying to infiltrate everyone’s bloodstream?
Hello, sun in my face ” she writes