one man’s burning bug, another man’s steak dinner by Regina Tingle

i think a bug is burning in my light fixture.  there is nothing i can do about it.  still, i turn off the light, knowing that when i turn it on next, the bug's remains will still be there, but maybe they won't smell quite as bad as they do now, fresh and still pulsating with a life just lost.  then i say, oh what the hell.  let's electrocute the living daylights out of the sucker.  he's past gone anyway.  so i choose to suffer the stench of burning bug.  … [Read more...]

On Fall

We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees. The trees that are broken.And start again, drawing up from the great roots. --Robert Bly … [Read more...]

Empathy by Regina Tingle

I have a dear friend who refuses to smack her child back when her child smacks her in the face.  I have a huge amount of respect for her because of that.  Logically, it make sense.  If hitting is against the rules in her house then there will be no hitting.  Period.  A rule is a rule and that goes especially for the enforcer of the rule.  That's the way it should be.  But it isn't.    Things are just not the way they should be in the world when … [Read more...]

Holes. by Regina Tingle

I was all worked up the other night: mad at the rain, mad at the hole in my "new" windshield (it was a botched job), mad that the water was seeping into my car all night, mad there was nothing I could do about it, mad that I was mad that the rain was keeping me up because normally I love the rhythmic patter.  I tossed and turned, and realized that really I was just miffed to be mad.  But that's when clarity came and did its light-footed dance through my thoughts in the middle of the … [Read more...]

The Beauty of Meatloaf or Life After Goddard* by Regina Tingle

Ever since I finished my MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College a little over a whopping two months ago, I can't seem to finish reading a book.  Let me rephrase that:  I can't seem to finish the three books I've started.  Whether it's due to the fact that I'm tired (I've read and annotated over fifty books in the last twenty-four months which, caused my already scarce eyesight to worsen) or whether I'm just being lazy, I don't know.  I'll give you an example:  … [Read more...]


Doubt is a man (yes, a man) dressed in a black and white tuxedo with a top hat, carrying a cane.  He does not waddle but looks like a penguin and comes in and out of the few windowless rooms of the house that resides somewhere in the more danker neighborhood near my heart.  He is an odd fellow, middle-aged but looks older with his spectacles.  He does not speak, just uses body language and facial expressions to let me know he does not approve, mostly when I am certain.  From … [Read more...]

This morning by nancy coleman (written THIS morning)

This morningbefore the sun rose andbefore the moon seti ran in the darkPerhaps you heard me on the street belowmy hooves clatteringnostrils twitchingmane flying off my back likelast nights dreamswisps of steam risingas breath, as prayerPerhaps you wonderedif I were your own dream.Perhaps i wonderedif I were real,if I had come true at last. … [Read more...]

i would like to offer this by dulcie witman

I would like to offer this do not bring your wallet hikingdo not say cute puppy to a mean little mother short legged thing and then let him anywhere near the inside of your left thighdo not look at your email if it is your intention to free write that morningdo not cut, chop, haul and stack your own wood all in the same day even if you are blissfully avoiding writing by doing sobut doget yourself filthy and then watch it slide down the shower drainwash your hair and then let it dry in the … [Read more...]