By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Icy winds filled with chimney smoke Signaled the burning of Christmas block, When colorful lights all around gleam The holy monks sing the merry theme, Sacred lilies, decorative ivory, fill homes Town to town our joyful echo…
By: Lynn White It was my first attempt at DIY hair dying. My friend had transformed her dull brown into glossy chestnut and Patricia thought it perfect to transform her unnatural blond. So I helped her out. Tiger Lily, it said…
By: Lynn White I’m living alone and loving it, that I am. I had a good ‘un though, but wouldn’t want to train another. Takes years to train ‘em. That couple last night, what a one she was. You could…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Alone in the darkness of my mind Empty, numb, I’ve run out of tears It’s happened so many times Walk away from my child, they say Issues or not, his actions generate consequences for you I…
By: Adam Levon Brown Dumbbells of anger assault my unfed stomach while I strive for another repetition in pages of tears. I rip them clear from books of love and paint myself a picture of guilt, hidden safely behind the bed…
By: Adam Levon Brown I wear scarves like sleeves because I could not, would not feel my emotional headlock of grief. My teeth are broken and missing because I refused to acknowledge that I, too, feel pain. My back is damaged…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I live in my mind, a world nobody sees Some days are filled with sunshine, flowers, and green fields of corn Other days the cloud overhead dark and thick The ocean roars so loudly I cannot…
By: Joseph S. Pete Dear father who ostensibly never loved me, you valued your vast accumulation of neckties over me, your slighted son. You swaddled yourself in silks and solid colors, Jerry Garcia ties, World Wildlife Foundation benefit ties, bold ties,…
By: Kelly Miller Defending it Altering it Curing it Our Father uses his artwork to save the diurnal He uses his artwork to save the nocturnal Sprinkling his sparkling liquid generously over all the land A second pure gamble A…
By: Robert Bermudez I stand and watch the sunset, Russet, then orange fading to pink, The cloud’s gilded edges reflecting, Like God saying good night. Slowly it dawns as it always does, With the inevitable ache of mythic echoes, The end…