By: S.CS Why do they call it a restroom anyway? I can’t remember the last time i went there to rest. Possibly never. And are you one of those people who keeps a stack of books in there so you…
By: S.CS What business do you have traveling through my dreams as though you owned them? You and all your teasing and talkin’ at me, flirting and then drifting away. I can’t hold you in this place, but then, come to…
By: S.CS “I have heard that voice many a time when asleep and, what is strange, I understood more or less an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue: day draws near, another one, do what you can.” –Czesław Miłosz…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Two mimes busy themselves; fabricating a view of the world Adults chuckle, children giggle Where the mimes go, people ensue One mime trapped, an invisible box concocts perplexity Hands perpetually moving Sides, top, bottom; no segment…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick sometimes I cry…sometimes I cry because the pain is so intense…sometimes I cry because my leg won’t budge, not a single inch…sometimes I cry because the unknown is so uncertain…sometimes I cry because I am forgotten…sometimes…
By: Lynn White It’s been a long walk with no sign of escape. A long walk and a deep walk. Every step I sink deeper. Deeper and deeper, as I tire and drag my feet as the white snow crystals give…
By: Lynn White Somehow the mirror has broken fragmenting my image, the image I have of myself, the one I like to project.. Was it the sunlight that cracked it, the exposure to brightness, an explosion of light. Or was it…
By: Uduak Uwah I took away my own life Without the use of a knife From the lair of a roaring lion In the guise of a life companion I took away my own life From the cage of strife…
By: Uduak Uwah If after all the delicious meals you’ve served Your guests did not rise up to praise you If after all the immaculate laundry you’ve done Your clients did not come back to adore you If after all…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No one hears my pain Sounds muted by busy lives, passing time World changes; motionless, I lie Achieving milestones no longer Life stolen from my grip Transformed into empty space, a bubble of sorts Observing them,…