It’s not that my writing is fine; In fact, in bad lighting I can’t read it myself. But I always supposed that my grandchildren’s children, discovering my journal, and, of course, my old diary– slick, gold-leafed, rich as a relic itself— would conjure a view of that rascally genius, the writer they’d figure greatgrandpa must Read More …

It’s funny, the details that a human mind captures and keeps. A typical human brain is made up of approximately 100 billion neurons, with up to 100 trillion connections made between them. All in all, the mind has a storage capacity of 2.5 petabytes. One single petabyte is equal to 1,000 terabytes which in turn Read More …

Ink on the plate will yield a rich print from the weight of the press. You may ink again and print fifty times, a hundred. But after a first run the plate may hold enough ink in its teeth to run a ghost. This second run is changed not true to the image you’ve scratched Read More …

One in a wizard’s costume one, as a queen one, a tiger ……………….grandchildren race through the house, shrieking, tying us up in spells …………………………….with voices like high-pitched wind. Even the youngest, at two, is fierce, perhaps the fiercest. Grabbing my husband’s arm, she insists he hug her ………………at each pass she makes of the room. Read More …

Transcript: SCENE 1 Mom: EUGEEEENEEE! Your bipolar medication. (pills shake in the pill bottle) Eugene, get back HERE! I’m gonna grab you by the SCRUFF! THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU! I’m your mom! It’s cause I care about you! Eugene: Mreoww! Mom: COME ON OUT. OK, and stay out! SCENE 2 Mom: RAHHH (Mom breathes Read More …

I’ve used safety pins to hold together bra straps and the hem on a skirt. There were big safety pins colored pink and blue for cloth diapers and I bit my lip trying hard not to poke my dear baby’s tender skin. I’ve used safety pins to hold together coats when I’d lost a button Read More …

The management and expression of and response to emotions impact all aspects of both intrapersonal and interpersonal relationship. The nurturing and modeling of effective emotional and behavioral responses can be shared through storytelling. As storytelling educators, we also become cheerleaders whose words and actions can make all the difference in the world: In an old Read More …

The quilted blanket of stories lies under me now. Brown, green, blue, gray, Lines, squares, boxes, squiggles, Where I curled up in the warm, unsewn Pieces waiting to be stitched by me. This twists and turns stand by to unfold, Faces wait to reveal themselves As I float above in the ether, Waiting to become Read More …

A leaf falls from a family tree, faces float by in dreams he does not recall. An old woman stands at the podium, scowling, tapping the conductor’s stick in her hand. A gentle pachyderm with hazel eyes reaches out to touch the young patriarch. But he disappears again as my fingers close. I see a Read More …

Who will pack my clothes and seal them in an airtight, clear plastic bin To pull back the lid two years later, to sniff for the scent that was me? Who will turn every picture upside down for months that roll into years because It is too painful to pass a photo of me? Who Read More …

I was tired of thinking about how ……..this never became that, why the only …………….word I could not describe as anything more than a noun, as if dictionaries ……..contradicted me, always different …………….from the subject or the object, lonely purpose of a preposition. Surprise, ……..since so often the world concentrates on …………….adverbs since everyone wants Read More …

A real One would Point out I don’t Belong— neither Do you. We try, Admirable gestures From the Heart, for Staying a Part of Them is All, forget Separating ourselves, Impossible to Find righteous Men. We Know from History looking Back turns Us to Salt—as Well it Should, any Reproaching ourselves Pointless. Only The forgiving Read More …

The last time I opened myself, well, who can remember while the young have no boundaries. Imagine if all just moved around in metaphorical pots, did not intrude on each other! Nonetheless, climbing vines exist, always greedy for sun, in fact, and therefore able to scale anything, as if they were on the play ground, Read More …

Thirst   The Old Maiden   To The Treasure Chamber   Reflective Essay by Fabrice Poussin While the artist may never fully know, nor realize the impact of his or her work, he or she may certainly hope to reach to the greater number of people. Arts which have been created for thousands of years Read More …

Oh Mother what holds you Crippled in pain The joys of your children Support from a cane? Three baby girls freed from your hips You speak of a true love Released from your lips Oh Fathers Where Art Thou Lying in graves Bones that are creaking No memories made One eyes of water And hair Read More …

Reflective Essay by Sally Rogers Person-centered techniques respect what a child or adult is feeling. The understanding is that each one of us is the best one to ultimately know our true self and what we really want or need. A therapist or teacher can help us to understand ourselves by reflecting back what we Read More …

i am a red fox horizontal under wet leaves i am a red fox white feathers in my teeth it was her time it was her time waiting …. looking up at the sky i come from beneath i come from beneath to take her home she forgot she forgot silver fingers and a corset Read More …