Disappointment or Love? Just Love By Meira Rosenberg It’s a funny thing, disappointment. I think it must be the first cousin of regret, noodling around together in our subconscious with evil half-smiles on their faces poking at this memory and that until they hear an ouch. Every now and then, or maybe every day,…
Written By Alex Proscia Please note: Alex is a long time participant in one of my online writing workshops. Her writing is most often lyrical, always powerful. Complex. Intense. Complicated. This time she chose a very different style. To tell a very different story. The prompt word was simply: Garbage Can. It is a flash fiction of sorts,…
(This is a true story, however it is important to mention that this is something that happened years ago.) I could show you a photo of the log-shaped bruise on my upper right thigh. You’d be able to see how I stood in my underwear, in front of the cracked full-length…
They say if you get one tattoo you won’t be able to stop, but so far I’ve only gotten two. The first one is on my right ankle and it spells out the word freedom, though at the time I got it, I had no idea how prescient that would prove to be. I had…