“The Worst”

“The Worst” by Shala Erlich I thought the worst was over. Surgery, chemo, hormonal treatment, which they don’t tell you is actually hormone-blocking treatment. So then: hot flashes, crappy sleep, looking for clothes that disguise my lopsided chest. But I’m still here, mostly, and without the cancer. My husband is Read more…

“American Sycamore”

“American Sycamore” by Lisbeth White did they forgetthe vibrationof our throatshummingin the shade? did they not delightin my sister’sclimbing habits,nor stretch their limbsto lift her? didn’t theyhear uswhispering secretinto peeling trunk,breath passedinto the whitebark beneath? didn’t we liveas a forest& didn’twe diealso the same,our livesmere materialfor an otherliving? we ran Read more…