By Ruby Peru When, at ages twelve and thirteen, Maureen and I were deposited for safekeeping on an Arizona horse ranch for the duration of the summer of 1980, it was very much as if we had both dropped from outer space, but from completely different spaceships. The ultimate tomboy,…
By Barb Ariel Cohen Traceless sky Much in motion The heart looks forward And close within Clarity everywhere Moves like physics The heart lives lighter Inside the skin Within this moment The universe The still vibration Of time and place The clouds all know this They rise and fade Form,…
by Barb Ariel Cohen The uncomfortable world waiting Beneath my breastbone, held Like stale breath, while the truth is this: A world blooms dancing at my every glance The old captivities die hard Resist yielding, lace themselves into My tight-fisted hands with cloying insistence Hoard tears behind my eyes…