By: Janelle Finamore Blue Cotton Candy The day dissolves in my mouth like cotton candy finding it’s peaceful end Hesitant to believe that this never ending day would actually conclude Trapped in a permanent wet tongue Down slimy throat, intestinal…
By: Jesse Wolfe H-O-R-S Tuesdays—dad’s day—when mom worked lateat the hospital, he collected usfrom school for lazy rounds of HORSE. Sun crept behind the garage,we slipped on sweaters, shots clangedoff the rim. Games dragged onwhen leaders failed to clench their…
By: Jane Druzhinina The Old Lady and the Cat A hot summer day.She sits on an old peeling chair, talking to the homeless kitty.Today again, just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday she brought her food.The kitty accepts the…
By: James Aitchison When you trust me,there is peacewithin your inner self.When you love me,there is honestyin your mind.When you see the path and walk itwith acceptance,then, and only then,will you hear me always,walking with you.When you turn your thoughts…
By: Alexandra Călinescu Do you like crying? Do you enjoy that feeling you get after you cry? when your face is all so…wept and wet yet, somehow… pictorial… and your eyes dry up and you get the feeling that although…
By: James Aitchison (after a visit to the Grampians, Australia) I came to unbreakable rock,Older than any on earth;Rock that could never be quarried,Rock that had gazed upon countryBefore any woman gave birth. Beside this unbreakable rock,My life is not…
By: Cheryl Snell Fuzzy Today you must choose your pronouns. It should be a simple task but you are complex. Full of partial truths, once you were a stickler for grammar. Remember the “Surrender Dorothy” graffiti painted across the Beltway…
By: Sweetest Summer yes a big fat yes to everythinga jolly yes to all of itwide open armsat the ready to embrace you allevery problemevery irritationeverything that should be differentblessing them one by one by oneas they march through the…
By Aishwariya Laxmi I thought I’d loved you foreverBut I realize it was never meant to be‘Coz you gave me sleepless nightsAnd acted in a way that hurt meIf you had meant wellYou wouldn’t have acted so selfishlyLeft me hangingAnd…
By: Akintoye Akinsola The mesmeric colour of nature woke me up in the wee hours of morningSniffing its sweet odourI hold its face in delightThis magical feeling is that of ecstasyAs I lean on nature, its eloquent charm arrests my…