By: Gabriella Symss One eye began to come unglued from sleep and punitive morning light struck with raucous determination through the crack. A wad of cotton sat inside her skull accompanying the mildest taste of bile at the back of…
By: John Tustin DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE You.YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room – I cannot paint it,Draw it, tell itButStill You:YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room Is shiningAnd…
By D.C. Mason Kenneth Wolfman was surprised by how much the sight bothered him. The red glow of the heat lamp and the static clicking of its electric hum filled the coop with a strange vermillion that was without…
By: Somaah Edwards “Broken Young Woman” From where he standshe could seea broken damseldangling in his view, broken dreamswaltzing in her pairof dark blue eyes, disappointmentsfloating allover herlittle peach face, the advertising crackson her little lipswere as shallowas the unpleasant…
By Andrada Costoiu The artist’s prison Your fingers are dancing molding the clay,In shapes that your heart has requested,Trembling,Touching with the force and desire of your inmate thoughts,That promise to become something. You clothing, covered in the black ash of…
By: Katrenia M. Busch The lighthouse The sun was shining through the cloudsAs the ocean waves poured inThe sky above indeed—did crowdAs the lighthouse stood within Within—the lapse of time foundWithin the depths of aweAs you listened carefully to the…
By T R Bates I feel like I’ve come to a small milestoneOr turning point in dealing withBarbara’s passing.Last Sunday morning wasA beautiful time for a bike ride,Up to the store for a few groceries whileSkirting a newly renovated park…
By: Nathaniel Okolo ! Approximately 12,000 miles away from camp Ajian, General Promes sat morose at his desk, slouched over in his too comfortable leather chair, he thought to himself, that this must be the most unproductive period in his…
By: Linda Barrett Johnny sat down across from the Singhs in the living room of their new home. Crossing his lanky legs at his knees, he spoke in his soft, gentle voice with his matching smile. “I used…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Breaking into Song Instead of Houses No need for the skeleton key, the glass cutter,that dreaded ski mask in the darkwhile the family is away, or worse,when they are at home feeding cats withfaces more beautiful…