Community Writes – Blue
It’s the Best Kind of Winter Blues! Submit your work to Community Writes, a program of the Hoffman Center for the Arts Community Writes kicks off 2024 with a call
Cult–Martha Johnson
Memoir: Fragile from the beginning, each morning she awoke singing. Painfully shy, before she could crawl she would scoot herself across the floor into the kitchen where I was preparing
Dupatta–Wayne Goss
Fiction: She stood on the porch, her feet the level of my eyes, and looked down. I, scalp burned by the sun, looked up. A dupatta covered her head and
Call for Submissions: Neahkahnie Mountain Poetry Prize
The Hoffman Center for the Arts is sponsoring the Neahkahnie Mountain Poetry Prize in January 2024 Here’s your chance to have your poem published online and win a $100 cash
Gifts Rekindled–Judie Bristow
Exposing ashes of unfulfilled dreams. Moving through the intense flames. Unveiling the dense smoke screen. Left scorched and charred. Discovering a glimmer of creativity. Igniting smoldering embers. Unearthing extinguished burning
Tante Nonica–Martha Johnson
Memoir: “Sag deinen Namen!” In a small voice, the trembling eight year old girl standing next to my strong, stoic Tante, whispered, “Berthe.” Tante was the Mother Superior of
Rotkäppchen and the Dark Wood–Martha Johnson
Memoir: Like a thief in the night benzodiazepines stole my health. To mask the stresses of child welfare work, to ease the grief of knowing there are humans who intentionally
Impressions–David Dillon
Memoir: In 1989, my father bought a brand-new, gray, Mercedes Benz 300SE sedan. It was huge — two-and-a-half tons and nearly 17 feet long. He paid $52,000 cash for it.
My First Car–Julianne Johnson
Memoir: I was so excited to get a car of my own that I wasn’t even embarrassed by how awful it looked. I was in high school and at 16,
Breathless–Judie Bristow
Flashy and Built. Burning tires and High Octane. It took my breath away. Sleek and Loaded. Hot red and Custom details. It took my breath away. Leather and Chrome. Loud