• Two Grumpy Old Men

    Two Grumpy Old Men

    Derek had gone to the pub for a pint; he could see his old friend Archie sitting at one of the tables. Archie had been on his own since his wife Millie died a few years before. They had their Sunday lunch at the pub together every week, and since Millie had died, Archie continued…

  • Take Yourself Off Clearance

    Take Yourself Off Clearance

    You are too beautiful To accept half love You are too wonderful To get less than you deserve You are too bright To accept anything less than greatness You are too wonderful To have terrible people in your life You should be worshipped Like the Goddess you are Loved like you are the only person…

  • You’re Worth It. Dream Big.

    You’re Worth It. Dream Big.

    There is something incredibly vulnerable about wanting something badly. Not just casually wanting it. Not thinking, “That would be nice someday.” I mean wanting something so deeply that the dream has lived inside you for years, maybe even since childhood. Because the moment you say your dream out loud, it becomes real. And once it…

  • The Phantom I Keep

    The Phantom I Keep

    From my favorite song You came forth, My dreams turned dark All I thought was true You made them seem false. I bear no hatred against you My heart bleeds out, My soul wants freedom But I’m too entangled to you All I see now is a mirage. Once I called you my oasis Now…

  • The Undoing

    The Undoing

    Of everything she ever was In one moment It all made sense All the grief The chaos Wasn’t for nothing To become her true self Patterns were revealed To be changed, now past tense The carriage of misjustice Poor treatment Stifled her from thriving All the bad choices weren’t hers A mixture of bad guidance…

  • An Empty Tent

    An Empty Tent

    I have a secret daydream where I get savagely fired, my financial security shattered, so I can finally chase my deepest desires and fears. I don’t know why it has to happen this way in my inner world where I make the rules. Why not write now, without having all of my walls coming down…

  • September 2026 Issue 8 Volume 1

    September 2026 Issue 8 Volume 1

  • Sweater Weather & Fresh Fits: Welcome To Fall

    Sweater Weather & Fresh Fits: Welcome To Fall

    There’s just something about going into the fall season that feels like a fresh start. The weather starts cooling down, the days feel a little different, and suddenly everybody is ready to switch up their vibe. Summer is fun, but fall brings its own type of energy, and I’m definitely here for it. September especially…

  • A Tribute To My Sister

    A Tribute To My Sister

    When sibling rivalry comes up in conversation, I can’t help but raise an eyebrow because I’m completely in the dark about what it actually means. Sibling squabbles? Absolutely not! Why on earth would I compete with my sister? She’s the shining star in this sister-sister duo, deserving every ounce of praise I heap on her.…

  • Physio And Me: Part 3

    Physio And Me: Part 3

    Here it is: the last week of physiotherapy for chronic pain. The final month has flown by: exercises I had to follow, vet’s appointments, another mega heatwave for the UK, and achievements for myself where I lived.  On June 30th, we all made our way back into the seminar room within the rehab center, took…

  • Lost And Found In The Desert- (A True Story)

    Lost And Found In The Desert- (A True Story)

    I thought it was my time. I had accepted death. I waited with abated breath As my faculties faded, Cracked by the sun, Forsaken below the barren sky. Five days had slid by In this summer desert heat. I had hiked dozens of miles, Summitted several mountains, And stitched together abandoned trails, Never failing until…

  • The Shirt

    The Shirt

    A shirt is a shirt, right?  Taylor has a genius for buying shirts.  I don’t know where she shops.  I wish I could choose words like Taylor chooses shirts.  Then we could talk about things that count, like why we can fight.  Friends for three decades.  Sometimes we get so hurt and so mad at…