~Jennifer A. I see a teenage boy sitting across from me mind and soul trapped in a broken body; multiple strokes have left him a prisoner using art and technology we communicate silently sometimes I wonder if I had never asked this question, would he have ever shared his thoughts would there be someone to [...]

~Jody Gilbert I stand alone in my apartment, Yet, I also look down on me standing alone in my apartment. I am two things at once, the woman standing alone and the hovering, observant self The first is frozen, the second firey aware. The woman-me sets her things down, and maybe makes a cup of [...]

~jennifer a. if the womb of this belly never bears fruit am I still a woman? what about all the poetry that has been conceived in the womb of my soul? if these loins never labor forth a child am I still a woman? what about all the dreams that have labored out of the loins [...]