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…
By: JD DeHart There is a wider world of ideas hidden inside ink on many pages, ready to be opened up, released into the air, like a fine scent There is a wider knowledge, a broader experience, a different view…
By: JD DeHart Most of life seems to be maintenance, keeping the edges drawn neatly Most of my soul seems to be watching the boundaries, knowing the limits, and allowing Life to flow at it needs, sprouting and thriving, a series…
By: Jeo Jenny Loved you by my soul Dared to hurt myself for you Simple parting made me in tears When I happened to hear your name I smiled within Each moment of yours kissed me The moment came real We…
By: Ruth Deming Boston Market, crucible of the western world stands as a watchtower on Welsh and York as Evelyn and I enter the air-conditioned splendor with joy and a sigh A long line of hungry people snake around the…
By: William C. Blome You show me someone who’s familiar with hawks That swoop only for barbells, And I’ll show you a goofy lummox Who’s undoubtedly rarer than the birdies In question. And, okay, it’s your refuse-heap love For me…
By: Linda M Crate other women are graceful and thinner than i swans floating in the air shimmering in all their beauty perfectly content with their apparent beauty, but i have many windows open and closed some boarded shut and…
By: Linda M Crate i hide in the hallows of words trying desperately to melt away the husks and shells and pieces of me that i don’t like to lovingly caress my virtue, and make excuses for the dirtiness painted…