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sherrie-theriault's picture
Oct.10.2012
  October 10   ALSO A GIFT     Sadness is as life affirming as joy, but in the same way that people eat together but defecate alone, joy is encouraged in public and sadness is a private matter.  Happiness is embraced and discouragement relegated, even though personal...
danny-donovan's picture
Dec.21.2011
My baby brother, committed suicide on December 4th, 2011. - He was 25. I wanted to get that out in the first line because the more I start writing about the triails of the past few months I don't know if I will be able to get that part out. I won't go into deep detail about the whys and...
rina-macasaet's picture
Dec.19.2011
When she cries, she weeps openly.  It’s not the kind of cry that hurts when you bruise yourself nor is it a typical cry from anger or frustration. It’s the kind of quiet weeping that’s internally deep and lonely.  Gentle sobs, piercingly intense. When asked if everything is okay, she lets...
vanessa-codorniu's picture
Oct.11.2011
Sometimes when things come to an end, we feel more than slightly lost. When a relationship, friendship or job ends it could seem to crash our world. Our blood, sweat, tears, hopes and often life-long dreams seemed to be shattered. Other times the endings are not so serious and yet they tug at...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Sep.27.2011
  September 27           One Street off Amory       Apology holds change at arms length.  Apology is the thing I was taught to wait for as a sign that things will improve, but apology is not a harbinger of change it is quite the opposite it is the...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Sep.25.2011
September 25         No Dialing Tonight.       When it is late at night and I can’t sleep I wander and putter and plan my dreams.  I hold out hopes and wash their faces; pray for rain and clean all traces.  Thunderstorms rumble and lightning strikes; I...
jill-moore's picture
Sep.03.2011
This week has been an existential journey for me, beginning with Monday, August 29th and my father's birthday. I had 19 years with my beloved mother, whom I loved very much.  But I had 43 years with my father.  Enough time for me to grow from the little girl he played badmitten with over...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Aug.07.2011
August 7       I Beg     The embarrassment of need is a haunting guest who will not leave.  I turn in a tight circle trying to find a way to detach  this wart and move gracefully from the site of devastation, but it looms large and overshadows today’s possibilities and...
jessica-anya-blau's picture
May.25.2011
It seems as though everyone is talking about Michael Kimball.  Sam Lipsyte calls him a "hero of contemporary fiction."  Blake Butler says that Kimball's newly released novel, US, is one of only two books that ever made him cry.  And Gary Lutz says that Kimball is "One of our most...
chila-weaver's picture
Apr.14.2011
11:07am My thoughts run wild looking at pictures from the past. Problem is I'm not there. Feelings creep in as I sit here alone. There is a silence around me. And I am sad. I see how everyone has lived and shared. I have regret that I was not there. And I find myself dwelling on the past. It has...