Publishing

To watch now as if from behind glass / the snowflakes shake off / their own snowflake

If you see me / watching, time will intrude / and the moment go.

Red flag/ of hair escaping her bandana, / Abby carries our canoe / upside-down on her shoulders.

I have been full of my own concerns; I haven’t listened when she said, “There is something in me that I want to get down on paper. There is something…

The books on my lap kept piling up, books for me to read to them. I imagined them in their thirties sitting at my feet as I read them Pride…

Welcome to the September issue of Literary Mama! We’re back from our summer break, rested and ready to share some inspiring writing with you, along with a fresh new look.…