Ice

I am very glad to start the year with a short piece of fiction selected for the Winter 2021 issue of Up North Literary Journal. I hope the New Year is better for all of us – everywhere. Blessings. Dawn Erickson — Up North Lit Up North Lit

Moonlight Sonata

  I stand in the garden watching a crescent moon hover above the tips of the fir trees.  The thrushes surge in their singing as they do at dusk and swallows swirl about the eves. Music drifts out an open window – my son playing piano – like I have never heard before. Teenage angst…

Let Me Confess

I heard the buzzing like a crying child or a siren in the night. A wail or a scream. Except it was a house fly and I was brushing my teeth. But I knew it was the sound of struggle. The sound of a fly battling a spider. Have you heard it? The distress call…