Of Gods and Devils by Joe Barton
The ink starts to run off the page as she runs through my mind. The past seems like yesterday and I still can taste her on my tongue. Black lipstick, pin-up hips, and smoky fuck-me eyes, my Goddess had me …
The Affects of Alcoholism on a Marriage by Seletha Nelson
When one partner in a marriage is an alcoholic it changes the dynamics of how the marriage works. When we first started dating, I didn’t see the warning signs of him turning into an alcoholic. Call it love, call it …
A Cleansing Fire by Lacey King
It used to seem as if confronting my past and the shame I carried was somethingequal to willingly walkin thru fire.It got to a point where I was burning fromthe residing pain anyway. So I walked thru that fire and it turned …
A Kiss to Take it All by Kimmie Mason
in respiratory breaths he whispers me a lullaby… his eyes hold no warmth as his lashes drip in lies why do I let him hold me in his clawed clutches when his open teeth are spitting black murder he doesn’t speak a sound but …
A Stray in the Alley by David Smith
He hated being early. It wasn’t that he was impatient, he just wasn’t very good at operating alone in public. At least, not in places like this. His face didn’t mesh well with the joy and satisfaction the rest of …
Bloom by Katie Harrigan
She grew up in the tall buildingat the end of the street,her lungs filled with paper and lantern lightand oil paint and stars,surrounded by the perfectmessiness of livingin a family.She hung wildfrom the ladder that skimmedalong crammed shelves,collectingdusty-sweet bookswrapped in …
A Rose or a Thorn? by Sequoia Pauls
I could give you a Rose, or I can give you a thornSomething sweet or something hardA word, beautiful and terribleA word, to be healed or to be torn.It’s up to you, a secret I’m about to revealLove, a hard …
A Lovely Day by Joshua Lee
I was woken up abruptly, “It’s time!” As we rushed out the door, I noticed how warm it was; the last few days had been cold and windy. It even snowed, which wasn’t typical for Virginia Beach; however, not this …
That’s What Friends Are For by Timothy Kinkade
Wriggling wryly, I wistfully frettedThe chamberlain shook and listfully tookDryly my gin and at once he wettedHis throat. Sinfully fat, sat by the brook Cool water flowed and sullenly frolickedUntil wearily wept he spoke his woesOf termites in pours, unearthly polypsAnd …
No. 7 & 8 by Kinsey Wedsworth
#7 Recovery is a Process When my heart is heavy inside my chest, I don’t know how to make the weight easier to bear. A rock hangs from my throat and pulls my head in a low bow. After I’ve …