By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up…
By: Ruth Deming I sat on the living room floor studying the swatch books Perhaps we could carpet my bedroom with both the pink that was the color of a cat’s tongue and the lavender like ballooning pants worn in…
By: Ruth Deming She stood at attention watching the cars along Terwood Road Each year she grew a little taller better views the snowman with the silly stick arms the covered over swimming pool awaiting its day Tulip Tree took it…
By: Linda M Crate i’m no longer your porcelain princess won’t break since you dropped me because i’ve found beauty in the peaces of my soul you never truly saw me as my beautiful reality only for the depth of…
By: Linda M Crate i saw your lecherous grin made my skin crawl as you continued to stare uninvited, unwanted all i wanted to do was my job; but you were making it hard to focus on anything other than…
By: Michael C. Keith A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life. –– William Arthur Ward By 2048 it was difficult for urban dwellers to remember or…
By: Chuck Orloski The Scranton school bus driver smiled while N. Main and Parker Street traffic light turned green and he proceeded uphill – the toughest left turn on Hoppy’s route! He turned scorn away from illegally parked cars, he forgave…
By: Robert A. Davies I am sitting at the dinner table eating a frozen yogurt chewing away. Suddenly I am 70 years back sitting on the front porch with my grandfather, chewing on our ice milk wooden spoons in hand….
By: Robert A. Davies 1. I have a secret a past a love the love past, memories dim. I have another secret, a love not expressed the young men all so handsome. 2. Pictures up to, anticipation and sometimes a little…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Light is flickering Unsung dilemma Coming forward Stream water is stagnant Rivers are not sinuous Air is deadened with groaning Spring is over For mothers and sisters and wives A pageant of dead bodies Beauty is…