Issue: 2025

including the Peter Pan bus driver. He seems normal enough – until we’re on the road. With him at the wheel and on the microphone, he’s got a captive audience. “This bus will make the following stops: New Britain, Connecticut; Hartford, Connecticut; Sp … Continue Reading

I sit on her porch. Alone. It’s quiet Except for the faint Rolling of crickets Chirping their song. There is a calm, cool breeze Gently rocking the goldenrods. The second day of autumn Brings with it their sweet, soothing scent. Only the distant hum of … Continue Reading

We came upon the overturned boat engulfed in catbrier, timbers rotting, far from any body of water. How had we missed it? Hardly any blue left on the hull. You were leaving me, I was leaving you, but neither of us had so declared. One thing we always d … Continue Reading

So, my mental illnesses and I are talking in my head, and it looks like one of those therapy-based support groups. I’m sitting in the middle since it’s my turn to go. They all have their outfits. Autism wears the third new outfit that day, bright and m … Continue Reading

The freedom an oak tree knows                            That is built at night by stars—Linda Gregg what           human mind                 can             fathom          the slow           deliberate           tethered           freedom enjoyed    … Continue Reading

Silence. Smooth, glassy reflection. Ripples Peace. Wind Whispers darting back and forth Be quiet, careful. Suddenly A thunderous crash As a watery hand slaps the surface of the beach, Sand soaring in all directions Tumbling Scuttling Swept out to sea. … Continue Reading