LITerarius

by Limor Farber | This story was created inside Online Writing Tribes, intimate groups of ten writers creating together weekly using poetry, literature and creative writing exercises developed by auth...

by Debbie Augenthaler — Summer in the city. Thick air melting into sidewalks shimmering with heat. Harsh white sun glare reflecting from the windows of concrete buildings, blinding vision, baking sk...

by Steve Rogoff — They speak of a falling in love, those who know of such things. They speak of a descent, implying depths or a journey inward, towards some core beneath or within where such things ...

by Larry Tadlock | This story was created inside Online Writing Tribes, intimate groups of ten writers creating together weekly using poetry, literature and creative writing exercises developed by aut...

by Judy Safford — Being from Indiana, I never saw much of the night sky. Streets are lined with too many trees. Too many gray days and cloud filled nights hovered over our little mid-west town. In t...

by Judy Safford — Dr. Arazaga, a dermatologist, greeted me five minutes before my appointment. It being my second visit in three years, he didn’t really know me. I approached as my name was called...

by Laura Lentz — I loved you. I mean I loved you. Do you understand how the clouds of our lives part to infinity and then our love is all it ever was and all it will ever be, while one of us (which ...

by Ted Box — was twenty-three and on the prowl. An early morning drive around the loop at Seward Park, a peninsular that juts into Lake Washington brought me to the grassy mound that bordered the be...

by Limor Farber | This story was created inside Online Writing Tribes, intimate groups of ten writers creating together weekly using poetry, literature and creative writing exercises developed by auth...

by Laura Lentz — When we write our books, we have to often dive into the person we used to be to make it come to life.   I remember writing in a poem to a lover -  Love all of me, put your hands ...

by Limor Farber | This story was created inside Online Writing Tribes, intimate groups of ten writers creating together weekly using poetry, literature and creative writing exercises developed by auth...

by Claire Thomasina J — Love has to last forever doesn't it? It must move beyond this world into the next. I think about this when I look across at my husband, especially when he is asleep. When he ...

by Larry Tadlock — My mother and I used to watch ‘Love Boat’, ‘Three’s Company’, ‘Dynasty’ and ‘Fantasy Island’. Friday night TV with Mom was my favorite. I had seen her drinking ...

by Laura Lentz — When I was first a manager, at a publishing company in Los Angeles, I was a lot like Trump or Harvey Weinstein. It’s true that I had emulated the men in top at the company, and I ...

by Judy Safford...

by Terri Ewton — Walking through Muir Woods. The amazing smell of the Redwood Forest & obvious fresh air, ionic with the ocean breezes & forest filled, oxygen rich, dappling sunlight through the Tre...

by Debbie Augenthaler | Debbie is the author of the upcoming book, "You are Not Alone, a Heartfelt Guide to Grief, Healing and Hope". You can find Debbie's work and information about her upcoming boo...

by Ted Box — I’ve practiced holding my breath to plumb your depth, And spent a great deal of time looking at you, But looking within has always held fascination. And glimpses of my own allow me to...

by Debbie Augenthaler — I don’t remember a time when the ocean hasn’t seduced me. The mystical music of waves cresting and crashing, tugs at the ancient in me. Waves whispering “let me soothe ...

By Limor Farber — From my breasts I am fierce. I am wild. I walk the mountain trail topless just like the men sun tanning their bare chests. My bare feet step solid -- pads on my paws built by clay...

by Laura Lentz — My fascination with all things to do with penises began with my father’s, when he strutted into the kitchen with his blue boxes shorts for his first cup of morning coffee, where a...

by Ted Box — Dave lived down the canal, diagonally across from our old house. His mother had committed suicide by jumping in front of a train with him in her arms. He was untouched, and too young to...

by Nathalie Kelly — If time could melt, the clock that ran my universe had the hands dissolved right off it. My sense of time was lost. The empty clock face staring blankly at me was completely mean...

by Ted Box — I searched under the bed, in the attic, in every corner of the house, even in the boatyard. My teddy bear was nowhere to be found. My love had emerged before I could make the distinctio...

by Claire Thomasina J — I was brought up in a home that was ambivalent about god. My sister and I went to Saturday Prayer Club for about a month. Only because my father thought it was something you...

by Laura Lentz — You must wake up and it will be the first thing on your mind, and the last thing as you go to sleep.  You must taste the letters that form words and swirl them around in your mouth...

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