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

  If I were a mother I would not be cool at all I'd talk way too loud even for dim sum drop the shrimp dumpling between my chopsticks I...

Recently, my son, G3, called me to pick him up after school. We live only a half a mile away, close enough for him to walk, and most days ...

  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 ...