by Sarah J. Kings So many of us feel like we have suddenly slipped into some sort of time warp that has sent us back to a different era f...

by Sarah J. Kings Unless you’re John Green or J.K. Rowling, writing doesn’t always “bring home the bagels”. In this way, the notion of a

I hate The stories I build around your absences They are, every one of them, fictions Worse than fictions: lies I love the person I inven...

I’m damned if I do but I’ll die if I don’t I am such a magnet to the things that hurt me the most I sense she’s far away as we lay so clo...

i was lost / looking for the chelsea hotel / when i found you instead / clinging to warm skin / in a cold basement you say / you may as w...

shaken by the rough friction of an impatient world from the cottony shadow of sleep into the rugged act of living i reassemble countless ...

I see the light more clearly in the darkness. Blackness sobers my soul, like a harsh wind. Violence argues for life more convincingly tha...

She was walking; it didn’t matter where just that her feet kept stepping away from where she could no longer stay. The road headed west a...

The house changes to winter And the stillness is terrifying. Numbing, perpetual frostbite on a sunlit day. How is it the ache of loneline...

I arrived in the heart of winter ice and snow surrounding my cradle I am the peculiar warmth In the harsh February winds Ice and snow sur...

immortality whispers ceaseless river mortality insists crackling ice Fay L. Loomis lives a particularly quiet life in the woods in upstat...

what would you do for the love of your life? i could do nothing for mine but love him in every breath every thought every song and dream ...

Math is poetry. Beautiful numbers measure beautiful minds. He divided the loaves and fish, And put the remainders in baskets. Math counts...

My wife and I compete to see who can do the best at the crossword every morning over breakfast. We have two subscriptions to the same new...

We knew when the first rains came it would bring them. Our excitement would rise like the dust released from the hot Botswana earth as th...

I was always an oddball, or so I’ve been told, first by my widely respected doctor father, and by various other persons of authority over...

The summer before I turned nine my dad bought a boat. It wasn’t a huge yacht type of thing or a speed boat, just a simple fishing boat. D...

“You should not be here.” Jack stared at his computer. His fingers paused on the keyboard. Priscilla leaned stiffly on the doorway; her f...

She hadn’t counted on a hurricane when she was planning her trip to the Italian Riviera. But here it was, raining down on her parade. T...

There’s that look that my poodle gives when I ask her a question. “Emmy, would you like to solve a math problem? Emmy, what do you think ...