The rain poured just outside my window. It was cold and desolate inside. I push back my chair and stretch my arms above my head. Looking at the clock beside me, I sigh and stand up from my chair. A …
Searching by Daniel Weatherby
Lightless rays of the sun shineThrough silent leaves of aspen.Breath of leaves falling from the pine.Grass floors tread but not ashenTrails forgotten but walked with passion.Fled from the dreary forest,Away with all compassion.How the birds leave to dust,The end that …
She is Our Country by Julia Pederson
She has walls to keep out the hateShe has deserts full of snakesShe gives trust with such mistakeShe has lives to protect for goodness sakeShe has gates to keep out the fakeShe has laws to keep the bad at bay She …
Silver Wear by Savannah Gelles
Shining the silverBaby’s first cakeLips and teethLove doth not awaitSpooning the mixCutting open the wrap under the peanut butter’s lidThe first spoon of cough syrupIce cream spooned into the teeth of a first dentist visitPutting away dishes with a loved …
Since You’ve Been Gone by Emily Sipes
Since you’ve been gone, my dear, I’ve laughed, and I’ve cried; I’ve missed, and I’ve forgotten, I’ve stared at death in the face and dreamed of bliss beneath me. I think of you still. But I’ve since moved on. I’m …
Sixty-Two Yards by Logan Chandler
“They say that this war will end all wars.” The sergeant’s saliva catches onto his black, well-groomed mustache. “But do not let it be the war to end your resolve, or our empire!” At that, multiple men in the trench …
Smoke Ascensio by Camille Liptak
I am all around,A rosé shroud that never comes down.Further I float,A cloak of smoke, ascending to OuranosPast mountains and man,Above Father Sky, my looming glory hides.I ebb into smoggy bliss.
Society by Zachary Strickland
I’ve been born in an age where as a child we learn about the circle of life. Yet as a young boy, I never understood its significance until much later. However, I did question where humans were and why. Our …
Stopwatch by Bob Geslinger
The most obvious thing was the smell. Kind of like that general old-person smell, you know? Like an old perfume made of expired medicines and dead flowers, tinged with just a hint of whiskey breath—not necessarily an unpleasant aroma, but …
That’s What Friends are For by Timothy Kinkade
Wriggling wryly, I wistfully fretted The chamberlain shook and listfully took Dryly my gin and at once he wetted His throat. Sinfully fat, sat by the brook Cool water flowed and sullenly frolicked Until wearily wept he spoke his …