By: James Aitchison You were bornas a shellcontaining youreternal self.By stripping awaythe debris thus far gatheredin your journey,you will be released fromearthly bondsand be reborn with clarity,strength, and silence.Thereafter,what will shape your soulwill be of your choiceand with yourpermission.
By: James Aitchison Man, look into yourselffor your answers and thesoft words of your soul.Can you have a morewonderful companion?Eternity has set downthe blows you will face,the weathering thatprecedes happiness.Seek love that is of themental and physical.You cannot love by…
By: Jim Bates His father loved sports cars driving fastIn the end he had a white Porsche spiderLike James Dean was driving when he diedHis dad liked to take his son up into the mountainsDriving the twisting roads of the…
By: Claudia Wysocky Stargazing Love Love is a fissure in the universe;It eats at the fabric that holds the partsIn any form together. It shatters them in two. It is a Peculiar Sin, what destroys.The love said to be true…
By: Jeff Lewis The Last Sparrow As days become shorterand shadows grow long,the verdant tone of Summeryields to the palette of Fall.A sparrow appears on the grassdampened by frost the evening before.The little bird should have long departedto more benevolent…
By John RC Potter Schadenfreude By John RC PotterDefinition: “Finding joy in someone’s misfortune” This is a German word,it holds a rhythmic resonance.It has a pleasing sound,yet points to a type of penance. They meant me no lasting harm,I believe…
By: Alobu Emmanuel At The Mention Of Hope Life,a pot ofmashed beans,needs a steady fireto keep it warm. i am tired.why has a life like this been given us:one moment we have arrived. the other moment,we are far from the…
By: Karen O’Leary a year trappedin a healthcaresystem—a moneygrabbing empire where patientsmake appointmentsfor consults theydon’t qualify for??? hope dashedwearing out the illyet the cost basiscare keeps rolling
By: Judith Ferster Mr. Mendenhall’s Question On the train from New Haven to Northampton, my high school friend met the president of my college, who promptly invited us to his grand presidential house for a butler-served dinner, my first. When…
By: Stephen Grant COLORS OF THE SKY Let’s look at the sky, its corners and depth, upside downand sideways. Then let’s describe its colour. Blue seemstoo obvious and doesn’t tell us much, a tautology if ever were. Red adds nothing,…