By: Linda M Crate your bones were too heavy to carry so i dropped them watched them break and shatter just as you tried to do to my dreams, but the fire you used to envelope them built me back…
By: Linda M Crate i find it so hard to let you go you were a piece of my soul i was never meant to lose my heart cannot forget the chaos left behind in your wake, and i know…
By: JD DeHart a tracing of history littered and dotted with raucous uproar sound rising in the open square or whimpered in the tepid evening
By: JD DeHart buried between the lines, a hidden truth reclines like a retiree in the sun of old age, comfortable and elusive meaning obscured by a semantic surface
By: JD DeHart by the light that streams in, you can see through the discourse, held up to the light like a small animal within that envelope of syntax and highbrow terminology, the digestive system of the creature can be deduced…
By: Milt Montague last night I had a dream eyes wide awake I lay in blackness fearing never to see the light of day once more never-ending gloom pervaded my thoughts I was helpless unable to move clear my head…
By: Milt Montagu born in the Andes from nature’s cornucopia gifts to mankind rainbows of beauty modestly priced at local supermarkets everyman’s orchids a touch of the exotic to enhance your mantel or dining table variations of color on every…
Death has always inspired a generation of authors. Hundreds of novels, plays and poems have portrayed death in dramatic and painful forms. There is something sad yet soul-impinging about death which fires our imagination. Many of the works which have centred around…
By: Linda M Crate all these broken pieces make up the whole of me, and i remember dancing with all the scars burning with the stars; my heart isn’t a machine like yours it has always felt the rain and…
By: Linda M Crate i know you are gone, but that doesn’t stop me from missing you; i remember your fierce strength and your courage and your bravery i recall the way we used to laugh and drink hot chocolate…