Love is Obvious

By: Bec Fordyce Image: Author’s Own Recently, a very dear friend of mine discovered her boyfriend of three years has been keeping a secret from her.   The secret is one of the most reprehensible things I have ever heard. It is clear that she is the secret (and secondary) part of his life. Had I […]



By: Sica Schmitz Image: The Writing Cabin It all started because I had another vivid dream, which I sometimes do. In it, my son’s father was talking to his employees as I stood aside, politely waiting my turn for his attention, as I always did. He told them that he had something new coming up. […]


The Time I Danced with the Devil

By: Bec Fordyce Image: Jeannine Cannon It’s one of the oldest clichés in showbusiness. The casting couch. I always thought I was savvy enough to spot being played by a director or a producer. I used to judge the girls that had been duped by these men with all of their promises of fame and […]


Crisis Creatures

By: Malachi Hoskins Image: Author’s own Back against the mountain, Blood thirsty enemies manning battlementsRolling across the hills of the horizonImpossible obstacles.But some peopleHave nothing but clear still waters inside them.Some people take in crisis like sacraments.Some people are only steady When the war is on. When the water has worn down the mountain,When all battlements are […]


Eyes on the Prize, Violet

By: Bec Fordyce Image: Angie Oko “Eyes on the prize, Violet” has always been somewhat of a mantra of mine.   Perhaps because Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was performed ad nauseam in my elementary school speech and drama classes? That little excerpt wiggled its way into my subconscious– and it informed one of the ballsiest moves I ever […]


A Toast to Ineptitude

By: Alicia McDaniels Image: Jeannine Cannon What if I made a prose Of the ignominious text Which was verbally deployed While I was in the throes You’re using this as an excuse They said in my frenzy Bewildered, inebriated, dazed Sickened in color like my glass of chartreuse You’re privileged; you’re pretty; you’re white People […]


A Mother’s Words are Just a Memory

By: Alicia McDaniels I constantly felt that every time I spoke with my mother she had to hear about how amazing I was doing, but I actually was doing the opposite. It had gotten to the point that I felt like I was becoming a disappointment to her. My boyfriend had passed away, I had […]


A Louisiana Love Song

By: Robin Lenhart Image: Daniel Ruyter, Unsplash The house Linley grew up in was small. Two bedrooms for five people and three dogs. It was one of those mushroom-looking Acadian cottages, with a sloped roof and front porch that ran the length of the house. If you were to look up after ringing the doorbell, […]


I am My Mother

By: Theawna Brown Image: Ryoji Iwata, Unsplash I worry about things I shouldn’t, I take on responsibilities I don’t have to,I work hard, I am called a “bitch”, I isolate myself, never taught how to love I am controlling, I tell others what to do and how to do it, I lack confidence, so I […]


The Call that Changed My Life

By: Bec Fordyce Image: Kristina Tripkovic, Unsplash I always thought that the phone call that would change my life would be my agent telling me that I booked a lead in an HBO series. It hasn’t happened yet. I got a different kind of life changing call in early August of 2016. I woke up […]