gemma D. alexander

Still waiting for this kind of day this season, but here is a bluebird day on Steven’s Pass a couple winters ago....

This is part two of the story of my recent foray into Surrealist fiction. Read Part One here. Suddenly I remembered – Leonora Carrington was...

As we trickled into the room our yoga teacher commented on the cold. “Yes, and it’s so dark,” one woman replied, “It’s like the sun...

Twas the night before Christmas. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, under threat of holiday cancellation if they ventured downstairs. I in...

I don’t remember who posted the tweet about Iceland Writers Retreat. But I remember the arrow to the heart feeling when I saw it; that...