By: Rita McDermott Rustic Cold damp rain pervades the forestWhile flames crackle in the stone fireplaceBeads of moisture slide down the windowpaneAnd the scent of burning logs fills the room.Enveloped by the warmth of the fireTaking in the view of…
By: Blair Boleyn Dating a Troll My beauty you extol,But you don’t care about my soul.You just want a doll you can control. Morgana’s Admirer You said, “You, my friend, I admire,You’re not afraid to walk close to the fire.You…
By: Marc Carver SCHIZO I like walking at nightthe streetlights show two of metwo shadows that fall one behind the otheralthough we still go the same wayI wonder which one I amof course I am bothtwo men but oneBut I…
By: Bruce Levine Where do rainbows go After they fade away? Is there a land of color And parades of chocolate cake? Do leprechauns go bowling Or skate in pools of rain? Do milkshakes last forever In a never empty…
By: Ed Nichols The Slow Train A train came by the station so fast it was just a blur. So fast we could scarcely read the writing on the side of the train. Everybody was confused. We didn’t understand what…
By: April Mae Berza She is beautiful inside outlike an ethereal flame,rekindling the summers of youth,sweet and innocent.Her passion for dogs and catsshines through,I’m in awe and wonderhow she embracesher days and nightstaking care of her beloved.Since her smiles and…
By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your…
By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned…
By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the…
By: James Aitchison Listen to the soft voiceof your inner self,speaking with the wisdomof eternity and knowledgeof all things.You hold the keys toall healing.You do not have towait until death.Your soul hosts the secretsof freedom from the transient.You will be…