by Shelly Reuben on September 19th

A poem by Shelly Reuben. Good Grief! Good Grief! I’m getting short. A process I’d like to abort. This attribute of getting old When ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 12th

When I was younger (like last week), I had this irritating habit of believing that what happened in novels was ..

by Shelly Reuben on September 5th

I’ll get up! I’ll get up! I said. I said. As I snuggled beneath my quilt. I hid my head And played quite dead. Without ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 29th

I DON’T REPUBLISH THIS EVERY YEAR. ONLY WHEN SUMMER WAS PERFECT….AS IT IS NOW. Once upon a time Summer, clothed in ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 22nd

When I was a girl, I loved watching how women were portrayed in old movies on TV. Unlike my wonderful ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 15th

So, there I was minding my own business when my In-Box pinged, and I noticed a “Contact Submission” from my ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 8th

This won’t be a ramble about how to remove ear wax with a blowtorch or polish your kitchen floor with ..

by Shelly Reuben on August 1st

Thanks to Mom and Dad and Doctor Victor Aberdeen. Thanks to Liberal Arts and Science. To My Post Grad Dean. Thanks for ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 25th

I have never been able to think about my favorite writers without imagining them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 18th

From time’s first day, all will agree That certain things are true. The grass is green, and orange is … orange, And, yep! ..