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

  Guidelines for Confusion The warnings at the edge of time’s cliff fly like arrows—whoosh whoosh— pierce heats still searching for purpose....

  By the river, hanging my camera on the plank of an Adirondack chair. Wading in the cold flow–shallow, bed of smooth rocks, slippery and ha...

  Scrapbook She sees sunlight, so quiet she can almost hear the dust. Heat wears away the edges, in life, in photographs. These memories are...

Tangelo Winter There are still tangelos on the tree, at this late date in February. Some soft large ones have fallen on the ground; some tha...

                                                           " Calingasta"                                                       ...

  Retain the Light And it is song toward gemstones, gemstones wild with heat and their prolong as song remembers kinds of kindness we the La...

Empty Hands I am haunted by the ghost of my living son. I am mourning the loss of my child not yet passed. Somewhere, somehow, deep in the w...