By: Kayla Swanson Clothed, as in darkness, of serious amethyst hues binding in mystery to reveal hiddenness your secrecy a vague wanderer led by hopes from the inside. Into the din of chatter you enter stiff as a tightrope walker I’m…

By: Linda M Crate   you wanted me to crucify my dreams and hopes and aspirations to be content living behind the walls of dead dreams believing in the vanity of scorn and judgment, but i could not be death…