Winter Baby Tell me the truth, I said to my friend, who had just given birth. How bad is it?…
Year: 2017
Teaching as a Form of Self-Care I slept straight through election night. The next morning after learning the results I…
Sunflowers Just inside the gate, the rise and fall of dying sunflowers: disheveled petals and downcast eyes. Then a flick…
Ten Self-Care Tips It was cold and dark when I left, but I had no choice. If I was going…
return to the bush the women in the pink kitty hats need to go get their cousins. the apocalypse now…
Unplug, Rest, Be Grateful Self -care, a term we often associate with eating right, exercising and living righteously but if…
To Satya From Satya February 15, 2017 Before I left home for the last day of the writers’ conference, I…
Review by Anne Britting Oleson “For in that sleep…what dreams may come,” said Hamlet. He was speaking of death,…
Review by Julia Lisella I’m not a fan of found poetry, so it was with some apprehension that I read…
Review by Margaret Rozga Award-winning poet Jane Satterfield’s fourth collection Apocalypse Mix differs in range, tone, and form from the…