By: Bejoy The warmth, the smile, the eyes that gently crinkle. The gaze, the haze, no words to mingle. He was there and so was I, Not visible to the sober eye. The blues, the yellows, the shades of innocence. The…

By: Vanessa Cutts Saul sat on the steps looking at his feet. He had been looking at his feet for nearly ten minutes wiggling his toes occasionally. Yesterday his pet rabbit had died. They had taken Bobby Bunny to the…

For love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which have a most vehement flame. The Song of Solomon 8:6                    1. FATHER AND SON Lights from the…

By: Michael C. Keith The best gift of all is money, because you don’t have to wrap it.    –– Curtis Blais Every time a Christmas commercial for Mercedes, Cadillac, or BMW came on television, it boggled Barry Sudbury’s mind to…

By: Linda M Crate you tell me that you want things to change, but you remain the same; living out your live in the way you always have doing the same thing thinking that the results will be different is…

By: Linda M Crate you talk and talk and talk i think you like the sound of your own voice trying to carry the moment on, but i’m growing weary of the heaviness of your bones; we are but strangers,…

By: Linda M Crate “i like what i see” “what’s up?” i’m at work and the only thing that’s up is my blood pressure, and i don’t see your need to approach me while i’m at work hoping for a…

By: Indunil Madhusankha The heart beset with a thousand hopes which were ever increased by those of his parents who slaved away, not having even a sufficient meal to their stomach A bigger expectation, they bore to see the refinement of…

By: Indunil Madhusankha The shining fall of her thickly grown knee length tresses An araliya flower pinned in her hair, near the ear The glamour of her lotus coloured lips and that of her cheeks like rosy petals The beauty of…

By: Chuck Orloski When I am hurt & when I have given hurt, & in order to expel sorrow & shame, I go (unmasked) for long walks in my favorite cemetery. There I sing songs to hundreds of dead who sometimes…