As grief dissolves , a shadow falls eating at a corner of the moon.   It is green still and time slides by as the earth moves. I remember...

where instructions are many Blind alleys multiply maintain the center within- From Daodejing as translated by Brook Ziporyn The Kansas...

Confession: I have a different perspective than I used to when I approach submitting my work to literary journals. Many editors will...

My life going into 2023 resembles a flower bud. The petals of my former self last year have dispelled. After a turbulent spring, in which...

On New Year’s Day in upstate New York, the scene that played beyond the colonial-style windows was a vision from a Norman Rockwell...

Recently, I attended Masterclass: Poetic Forms: Overt and Oblique with David Baker through the Hudson River Valley Writing Center. Baker...

After Hours is synonymous for writers unplugged. I don’t have time for writing until after work, after I’ve driven home in the Kansas...