By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Opening her eyes she could not see Blackness filled the air Not a speckle of light anywhere Reaching her hands about Familiarity The softness of the yellow sheets A feather pillow On her knees she crawled…
By: Gabriella Garofalo 1. Does it account for Eve’s lover? Sometimes artists get high Or maybe it wasn’t good mud – Anyway cicadas sing, grass and trees are freebies, You’d like to meet him, but run into men, women With their…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick He desired rain boots, specifically Red Rain Boots She being she and him being him She knows wants are not needs He knows what he wants He knows her She knows him Together they scheme Stores…
By: G. Louis Heath His brother had been too soft, not soft like his Mom, just weak. In his brother was enough of his mercurial, entrepreneurial, indulgent Dad to spoil him and enough of his gentle Mom to soften him,…
By: G. Louis Heath Our summer cottage stood at a bend in the creek, a beautiful spot on Earth, unlike no other to us. Here our family memories, good and bad, found a home. It was our special place infused…
By: G. Louis Heath A tale filled with the darkest shade of black is a very hard tale to tell. But I must warn the generations unborn. The broken bones in the mass grave dug into the hardpan plain darken…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It’s happening I knew it would It always does It goes something like this Heart pounding out of my chest Fast breaths Short breaths Where is the air? The walls move closer The elevator stops They’re…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick “…for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and health, ’til death do we part… the two shall become one… husband and wife…” a kiss to seal the deal is it husband and wife or…
By: Safiyyah Motaib nightmares while I daydream twisting and turning tangled in white bed sheets worn by yesterday’s ghost wanting to frighten me. It synchronizes its float with my shadow’s footsteps; when the sun sets, my shadow fades, but my…
By: Safiyyah Motaib was walking down a road one day met a spider and thought I’d listen to what he had to say was 63 years old he said while he weaved golden thread around, silver stars he looks into when…