Al-Khemia Poetica: A Women's Arts and Writing Journal

  Falling The house looks the same, except for what’s missing: the people who lived here, belongings acquired over forty years Rain-light fl...

I am from the loss of words. From the work hard and think harder I am from the paper shredder I am from the rose bushes the perfectly presse...

Out of a pesky arthrosis time is forced To stand still, he is bedridden so can’t dash To centuries and millennia, to wolf them down- The sou...

  The Mirror The mirror polishes itself against itself and discovers itself. The mirror polishes itself against another and learns desire. T...

Sometimes Earlier Whales and birds for love and a human race. Human race and a preposition. They sometimes take in good deeds. She gave them...

  Sometimes  Her ex-husband’s family put the dog down  after she lost him in the divorce.  I see him now guarding the youngest child, a todd...

I felt powerless as a child. My family was unusual, especially my mother. We didn't do things as other families did. Odd, eccentric, my ...