By: John Maxwell O’Brien Down by the Echo Lake (A Villanelle) Down by the echo lake in spectral dreams tin souls prepare their wake Green hands ring round the rake A lime of veils down by the echo lake Watered…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A screaming baby Vicious tantrums as a child A voice resounding; resembling the striking a wrong note on the piano Living in a fantasy world making friends with her dolls With them she shared all her ideas,…
By: Adreyo Sen Each child is a painting waiting to come into being. And so the painter must be patient with his colours, with his vivid shades of red, his more somber blue, his medley of pink and greens and with…
By: Linda M. Crate i’ve seen the dragons they come out at night when everyone is sleeping drift through the clouds with their eyes large as the moon, and they watch me underneath an audience of stars but they never…