As the blossoms take center stage, a brown-breasted robin keeps me company atop a protruding granite beauty mark in a green meadow. She glances at me from the side of her beak, a trait of her weakness. Her genealogy protecting her from the likes of us straight gazed predators. A…

A rekindled affair — I thought I was living with myself just fine, that is until I started dating myself. Then I discovered an impetuous, touchy clingy appendage who, unlike everyone else I could shake off during shut down was totally inseparable. Let me back up. I, just like every other typical New Yorker…

The Storms Resolve In response to Weeds and Wildflowers writing prompt “Surviving the Storm” It comes rolling in like a forgotten memory. Hovering about in the sky to remind us that sunny days don’t last forever, the storm will not be ignored, it deserves its time of day. Its growl…

“This is an opportunity of a lifetime.” Rylie reminds herself. The elevator doors open and Rylie steps in with the rest of the morning toilers to reach their various destinations. “Good morning” is exchanged all around, a pleasantry that was not extended outside the climbing vehicle. Maybe it’s the involuntary…

Why when we are at our coldest, in our most uncomfortable state so bare? The harshness of life leaves us vulnerable. Do we stand like a tree unashamed of our bare limbs and embrace the frost? The tree knows as its robing vibrantly parades its final act, then cascades to…

Pipa placed the chicken pot pie in the oven looking forward to her Saturday night date with Tobias, this is the first time she’s cooked for him and she is simply giddy. It really doesn’t take much for Pipa to be happy though, and her happiness is infectious. She can…

By Aissa Martell The first to arrive is Julia, I know her, she wears bright red lipstick and her hair is the color of the night sky. She looks like a porcelain doll, like the ones in the glass cabinets at my friend Beth’s house. One that will never crack…