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We walked until there was no sound, we walked until we only heard the noise we made, then we walked farther, until only the sky could see us. We walked to where the water was sacred, its speak, a prayer, then we regarded it with...

THE STAYING BY LIZA WOLFF-FRANCIS When I was twelve, we began to stay in the same place, though my grandmothers warned that not moving is dangerous. When we arrived here, we knew as if the trees told us by their sway in the...

All the people I have known have moved from place to place, spreading their wings across the horizon to something new. A single crane, its wings as wide as the land, if the world opened up like each of us opens our lungs to...

Poets wax on about the moon, my delight wanes. I was taken by its various hues when full: pink moon, harvest moon, flower moon that emerged from pines to unfurl its moon-wake on water. I’ve fawned over crescent moons hung...

My daughter and her husband get off work, quarantine for 14 days, son and grandson as well. My husband and I shelter alone. We all drive hours and hours toward each other. I sanitize, set up the condo kitchen. My daughter...

You scrape your knee, a small cut, but now a boy who misses his mom, and the men aren’t having it. I drop my book, as you knew I would, only woman, only sympathizer in our home. I scoop you up, as you knew I would, carry you to...

I’m on Machu Picchu among three thousand tourists, traveling with you, who struggles to define devotion. Or so it seems. A woman in black tights and high-heeled hiking boots sashays across the ruins, smartphone held aloft,...

I wake up with a fish tail. It’s not green, like in a painting, but iridescent, multicolored. My fins spark light like laser beams, on either side of me. I’m a fine specimen. I jump in the river and propel my body in undulating...

He looked like a Franciscan monk Who had lived with Robin Hood’s merry men. Resting linked hands atop a fulsome belly, His body almost completely filling The very comfortable armchair, Rolling his Santa head from side to...

The rain doesn’t wash me clean. It chills my bones as I walk alone on these cold, homeless streets. The snow’s not a blanket of white but shrouds me in its icy sheet on these bleak, winter streets. I need a home, somewhere I...

my father was a book he wrote a great success story from produce clerk to obstetrician a gallant D-Day soldier patching up shattered warriors in a Paris hospital a husband, a father, a son, a brother all things to all who knew...

“Science is truth.” – Dr. Anthony Fauci, Director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases “Science isn’t truth, God is,” – William Franklin Graham III, President and CEO of Samaritan’s Purse and the...