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

  walking home from school on graveled Hopson Street, past little white clapboards, a memory of red blood like a rivulet down my bare leg, a...

A Weekend Escape   This Saturday afternoon I arrive at highest tide.   An even roll, an even roar washes upon the glittering strand & fo...

   Someone's Birthday is Someone Else's Death Day “Whatever you see in other people is what you see in the mirror..." -- James ...

  I didn’t like her when we first met. loud, sprawling, changeable, dry breath, wild hair, perfume sweet and acrid rags one day, dior the ne...