By Kim Cruts My grandmother told me to join a sorority because she was worried that I couldn’t make friends on my own. I was a weird kid and not exactly a […]
Greeks, Geeks, and Forever Friends: One Woman’s Experience
Hawk
I heard her crying from the ancient oak, the tree where a hive of bees had set up shop huge as a fruit crate. Eating lunch on the veranda did […]
Bats at Twilight
I’ve heard how they claim the Congress Street Bridge: like folded fur handkerchiefs hundreds hang on the underbelly. At dusk they swoop out to sport and poach and cloak the sky in […]
What’s Up the Last Week of the Dog Days?
This is the last week of the Dog Days of Summer, marking the end of the reign of Sirius and the constellation called “Canis Major.” The constellation Canis Major contains the star called “Alpha Canis” […]
A Writer and Her Dog: The Story of Chili
By Nancy Welch Fiction writer Nancy Welch tells the compelling tale of how her beloved, problematic rescue pup Chili romped into her heart. First published in a recent special feature of Ploughshares online called “Writers […]
Serpentinata
by Calypso Jewel Yeats if you thought Leda could not defend herself from a swan you didn’t understand how a woman loves a god who comes as something other than […]
Nina and the Snakeslayer
by Wendy Goddard As roommates go, Mark the Stonemason possessed many qualities to recommend him, none more crucial than his being the recipient of my friend Charlotte’s love. Mark could size up […]
Two Poems by Laura Sobbott Ross
Grace Sleeps through Poetry First Friday Writing Group, Rollins Campus Obligingly, into the circle of us, she falls, clack and hum and hiss of our tongues catching in the soft […]
Roll Call of the Dead
by Ann LaBar I. Tale of year’s dead, Grim Reaper busy in root cellar and shed The list is a long one: Commencing with countless least shrews, twenty-some short tailed shrews strewn […]
Skinny Dipping in the Ocean at Age Fifty
By Laura Sobbott Ross Dancing was something we hadn’t done in years, we told one another that night, the three of us marveling at our neon auras, fingers snapping, cupping the […]
