Disappointment or Love? Just Love By Meira Rosenberg It’s a funny thing, disappointment. I think it must be the first cousin of regret, noodling around together in our subconscious with evil half-smiles on their faces poking at this memory and that until they hear an ouch. Every now and then, or maybe every day,…
Treading water You ignore the sign because the beach is enticing You dip a toe in the foam And slowly walk in The water stings your upper thighs But the cold is refreshing You dive until you submerge But then the tide begins to change You find your toes unable to touch An undertow pulls…
Written By Alex Proscia Please note: Alex is a long time participant in one of my online writing workshops. Her writing is most often lyrical, always powerful. Complex. Intense. Complicated. This time she chose a very different style. To tell a very different story. The prompt word was simply: Garbage Can. It is a flash fiction of sorts,…
By Iris Bodre How it Should Have Gone “So, I’ve decided I’m not going to relax my hair anymore.” “Que?!?!’ “I’m done straightening my hair. That’s it.” “But why? Oh my God. What is that going to look like? How are you going to fix your hair? You don’t know how to take care…