By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges…

By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick My mind, body weary Fitful sleep night after night I hear her calling me Unable to determine from whence comes her voice Echoing through my mind Through tall weeds I thrust Against the current I swim…

By: Grant Guy His eyes have nothing to say to the world And they are very happy that way thank you very much His eyes have turned a dead man’s eyes Looking at us and away from us If they…

By: Grant Guy I drink hard enough when I am sober And I burn all my bridges And I know there’s a woman out there Who loves me & I will never love her This is known facts to me But…

By: Grant Guy I am a nowhere I am everywhere I am with you from your first breath to your last I am with for your needs I have no hand to lend I am not your friend I don’t give…

By: Linda M Crate do you know what a relief it is to be free? probably not as you’ve always been a slave to your own desires and your lusts splintering into the skin of dreamers with your nightmares, but…

By: Linda M Crate majestic as a unicorn, and every bit as tempermental; i will gore anyone who tries to steal the magic of others because light must come from within you cannot ascertain it from shattering others, splintering them…

By: Linda M Crate they say those who cannot see magic will never find it perhaps that’s why i’m always lost in a crowded room there’s never anyone who can see me i slip past the crowd like a ghost…

By: Sasheera Gounden “Hey batter, batter, batter,” screams Corey Apple. It’s the Red Socks’ ninth inning and I’m Ted Williams. God hands you sugar in the form of American baseball. The sport is tempting with the fans and hot cheerleaders…