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The Untold Story #2

E.K. Bayer The (Her)oics Anthology will be out with Regal House’s Pact Press March 11, 2021(!) I’m excited to share more details about our fabulous contributors in this blog series about writers, The Untold Story. Today we meet E.K. Bayer, a writer and mother who got a new job with the pandemic: home-school teacher to twin boys. She shares…

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Updates August 2020

New Moon Today, and new information to share: (Her)oics Anthology is off to the presses, to be released in March 2021. Fall writing classes: Novel Writing Class has begun. Non-fiction classes start in October. Email me for more information. Special Fundraiser Workshop to support paying the Anthology Contributors- September 20, 4-6 PM Zoom. Details. Other…

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(Her)oic

Call for Submission (Her)oic will to be published by Pact Press. (Regal House Publishing). We welcome submissions from women writers across the country (US). The purpose of this anthology is to explore the impact of COVID-19 on women in America. The anthology will record and share diverse perspectives, highlight how COVID-19 impacts women across the country…

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Circus 2020

Circus 2020 This is my comfort, then. The tattered red robe never worn so much. The tea grown tepid in my constant distraction. The dogs’ deep existential sigh, Her head lolling in my lap. She eyes the rabbits who roam so free out the window. Envious, yet too lazy to rise and bark fruitlessly at…

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Holy Tea and Me.

Holy Tea and Me. Joanell Serra Christian Women’s Club meeting, Tuesday 10 AM is written in child-like letters on our family chalkboard. My sister points it out to us at dinner, proud of her efficiency when she took the call earlier, from our neighbor, Mrs. Moore. My mother slides pork chops onto our plates and…

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Prose Poem, March, Published today

Burningword Literary Magazine APRIL 2019 | NONFICTION | 0 COMMENTS March As in, pick up your mud-crusted boots and move along. Forward, onward. Stopping to ponder one’s thoughts could lead to a frozen death, a swampy drowning. March As in, the January memory of one million bodies filling the DC green (not green at all), the wind cold and…

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Called by a Long Dead Poet.

On a bright April afternoon in 1976, my mother took me to New York City to see a play called The Belle of Amherst. A one woman show depicting the life of Emily Dickinson, the actress, Julie Harris, acted as fifteen different characters, Emily’s poetry and letters woven deftly into a brilliant show. I had…

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