by Ariana Brown (n.) a container or room into which the bones of dead people are placed.open textbook, there. my mexican history professor thinks The Establishment is a myth. open mouth, there. […]
Lisa Lanser Rose
I'm Trick Dog Trainer, a Stunt Dog Judge, and the author two books, the memoir, FOR THE LOVE OF A DOG, (Harmony Books), and the novel, BODY SHARERS (Rutgers University Press). BODY SHARERS placed among the finalists for the PEN/Hemingway Foundation Award for Best First Novel. Recent honors include finalist for the 2017 Frank McCourt Memoir Prize, winner of the 2016 Briar Cliff Review Nonfiction Award, winner of the 2013 Florida Review Editor’s Award, and a Best American Essays 2015 Notable Essay. I teach creative writing and dog training in Tampa Bay.
by Katherine Riegel First of all, she’s big. I mean, tall and muscled and beautiful, and we can’t see up under her jeans but we think the red boots go all the […]
by Lisa Lanser Rose Last Tuesday morning my daughter Delaney and I drove two hours north from Clearwater to Gainesville on I-75. We were taking my Mick dog to the vet in what […]
Truly scary and perfect for the month of Bogeymen!
by Meg Eden We remembered the old ghost stories, and we told one another that there would be many new stories like that. Personally, I don’t believe in the existence of spirits, […]
This month on The Gloria Sirens, we challenge ourselves–and you–to venture into the dark spaces of your lives. Cup your hand around the flame and creak up the stairs into the drafty attic. […]
Few things make us happier at The Gloria Sirens than celebrating each other’s success. It’s my thrill and honor to announce that our own Susan Lilley landed two poems in the September/October 2015 American […]
Originally posted on Sonya Huber:
I’ll tell you exactly how to get an A, but you’ll have a hard time hearing me. I could hardly hear my own professors when I was…
by Susana H. Case In the street, I find an acoustic guitar, no name on it, so I decide it’s mine and learn some chords from a pretty boy ten years younger […]
by Diane Wakoski The little house of paper dolls, barely visible in the sea of orange groves, lighted only by the stumbling flames of a trash fire The little house of high […]