By: Cailey Tarriane I had two choices.Hide from the light, transform into the light of my life.Or glow in the darkEmbrace the flaws, pay off my debts to the world. The bone-rattling burden of choosing what is rightwas when one…
By: Keith Hoerner $10,000 downGets you inYour choice ofRanch or two-storyIn prestigious Nooning Tree “Is there one, a Nooning Tree?”“Of course,” the saleslady answersLoose strands of hair catchingThe corner of her mouthLike a lie Tempered by talk of traditionShe motions;…
By: Isabelle Hoida Airportions the distinctness of life: the motorboat noises of a distant memoryi was chugging underneath the propeller,chopped up like the dishes of seaweed,tumbling around and around in a spin cycleof wetness. and it feels lonesometo interact with…
By: Vanaja Malathy tired of drudgery and monotonyof work- life balancei headed towards my mother’s housefor a change relaxation and diversiona humble looking small housewith patches clear on its roofpaint peeling of its wallsa rickety gate creaked as i set…
By: Jim Bates Autumn lake so calmA hunting loon dives deeplyInto a golden sky. Pumpkin carving timeScooping out stringy innardsGoopy slimy fun. Maple leaves glowingSwirling down orange in the windLike flaming feathers. Special light of FallGolden ElectricityRe-charging the soul.
By: Allison Hall My head is ravenous; it needs to feed.But I have nothing – no clonazepam,No ambien, no dolls, not even weed.I’ve done all that my shrink asked: swam,Walked, ran, and talked. Nothing helps – I still needA dose…
By: Pawel Markiewicz The mist heralds a dreamy, tender Apollonian dawn.I philosophize about wings of hawk or king – sparrow.In amazing grove at the Blue Hours – was born here a fawn.You should adore as well as praise charm such…
By: Domonique P & P A painter the poet acquainted, a lovely woman, her name Leroux.Her paintings were splendid, especially her works by the Sea.The songwriter was a hungry poet; Leroux offered him some food;The scent of the Blue World…
By: RC deWinter give me some skin there you sitowning yourself magnificentlyso at home with who you are that’s irresistiblethe sight of someonecomfortable in his own skin no tricks no gamesno attempt at disguisecontent to just to be how did…
By: Bharti Bansal I have always fiddled with the idea of happiness;Of being like my mother; sacrificial and toying with this act of compromisesSo everytime someone showed me that I could be loved too, I ranI ran towards them until…