Poetry: If you get behind a Ford Fairlane on a truck bed you must speak the name as it passes. First the clouds are scalloped, then oooph into big monoamniotic

Memoir: I’ve been a part-time wife for the last 18 years. Then, my husband retired from his gone-half-the-time career as a pilot. After flying all over the world for two

Memoir: “Do you know anything about pennies?” Rob asked. “No.” Now what? I wondered. One morning, as I walked down the center aisle to my desk, I noted a colleague,

Essay: “How do you feel about your wife’s job?” This question changed my life. It was early 2010 and I’d owned my own small corporate training consulting firm for nearly

Don’t ask me the name of our street some tree name—alder, aspen, oak? The FFA barn across the street spewed boys beating their cattle to make them mind. My father

Fiction The fever raged. Her thoughts ran wild, as did her dreams. When the DC-10 began to twitch like a convict strapped to an electric chair, Scarlet Diggs began to

Poetry: Autumn moves into winter with a clear intent to let go. Winter has no problem waiting in silence – Its icy grasp gathers around trunks freezing roots and blackening

Memoir: Blood gushed between my bony fingers and down the back of my arm. I grabbed my chin, beads of scarlet dripping off my elbow onto the dirty linoleum floor

Fiction: “Why can’t we be like normal people?” I hated the whine in my voice. Mom just stood there. Did that one eyebrow up thing that I couldn’t master no

Poetry: Silky smooth Slipping slowly Covertly covering Scar tissue hot red On delicate alabaster skin blood against snow Fiery crimson lingerie Definitely deceptive Rough ridges rise Revealing the ruse No