By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,…
By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary…
By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love…
By: Linda M Crate i fear for our country each choice seems like a bad choice i pray that we don’t die because of politician’s greed, and i pray for more tomorrows, and a better future; i pray because our…
By: Linda M Crate i prefer to be kindness and flowers persephone dreaming in demeter’s garden, but sometimes you force me to become artemis or athena driving into war with animals and fury and bloodshed using wisdom as a weapon…
By: Linda M Crate i don’t want your consequence nor your action simply the beautiful serenity that is found in silence because your voice is a weapon grating into every orifice of my heart with it’s negativity and darkness, and…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She closes her eyes Denial deeply embedded Young wife and mother She’s strong; invincible Those things won’t happen to her She refuses to be her mother In the name of love A life-altering mistake Enduring consequences…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Beckoning in the darkness of daylight Transforming soccer moms, business men, and college students into thieves and liars Persuasive it is Inviting you the first time Guarantees excitement Vowing a reprieve Hastily you implore to revisit…
By: Zunayet Ahammed We are helpless And our helplessness is full of sweetness and light We have come from absolute darkness And through darkness one day We all will be lost into lonely darkness As loneliness is the identity of…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the waste land of Spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of so-called men who like “faluda” Nowadays No rosy rain coming Out of the…