By: Nell Cunningham It was my son David’s five-year-old hand in mine that kept me upright as the two of us walked from our small, ranch-styled house in the middle of the block to the corner, where the school bus…
By: Deeksha Makhija Rain Dear Rain,I see you comingwith magic in your touch,you bring peace amidst noise,beauty amidst chaos,and so much warmthin your cold raindrops I see you healing heartsin seconds,Will you do me a favor then?Hold the hand of…
By: Aruna Subramanian Oh, words!How Powerful are they!Much has been said,Much has been heard.Strong, sharp enoughTo stagger my heart.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.should’ve been wise.should’ve been cautious.should’ve been better.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.All that being saidWhat’s more to add?Oh, words!How…
By: Vishnu B. Unnithan My Lord’s Grace(With a line From WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT by John Milton On His Blindness) I sacrificed and did my best but that was not enough for them as theywanted me…
By: Dennis Vannatta Leon and Georgia Price had been married long enough that their grandchildren were no longer cute and cuddly and frankly not much fun to be around, so now each had a pet. “Our kids,” Georgia called them,…
By: Ed Nichols There was a rumor all over Clarkesville, Georgia. The picture show was going to close. The Habersham Theater. It had been operating since way before World War Two. Movies five nights each week, and all day on…
By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on…
By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the…
By: Ken W Simpson Mirages Impatiently we waitfor truth to overturn treacherydecency to defeat inhumanityfor eventual justicewhen our nightmares disperseand we can dream rapturouslyof a fabulous future. ### Time The second hand defines the hourof each passing dayoblivious to a…
By: Sterling Warner “A load of buck salt in the butt was worth the price of stealing cherries and other fruit from the luscious orchards that seemed endless my youth,” Drew muttered to himself as he walked down Campbell Avenue….