the worries come in waves (annoying), flowing through me, leaving pain in their wake here I sit on the beach of my mind, stuck as the tide flows in (too much), wanting to wash me back into the spiral rocks …
SILENT BIRDS by Nicole Ayala
The world hasn’t been the same since I last heard your laugh. Suddenly the Earth shifted, my heart is at half-mast. The day you died, the birds were silent. The air stood still, the sky turned violent. I cried for …
Grief and Love by Jasmine Johnson
I don’t believe love cuts, I believe love carves. It carves out spaces for little babies to sitcomfortably, and nestle their heads. Lost love creates voids for others to scream intothat echo, so they feel heard. Love leaves grooves articulated …
The only way out is through – life poem by Tiffany Triefler
I was alone, but I wasn’t really.They were around, but they weren’t really there.Did I dream it all? I tried to make myself small.I told the world I didn’t need anything.I always made it known that I didn’t need anyone.Maybe …
The Gifts by Jeanne Dove
I believe people are gifts in our livesNo matter how long or shortYou get to have them or hold themOr just plain know themThey all make their impressionsYou learn all your lessonsAnd your life would be lonely and boring without …
Wonderland by Allison Tuma
Should you be chasing rabbitsAnd an idea should come your wayDon’t be afraid to reach out and grab itFor creativity is naught but playShould you find yourself in wonderlandAnd you don’t leave right awayA hatter and a hare may take …
Treasure from the Water, Treasure from the Sky by Paul DeCecco
Sun over the dark, close pines, the water a deep, crystal blue. Mist hovers, giving the lake a ghostly feel. Air sharp with high-country earth; a breeze hints of mountain sage, the clear, crisp air at 10,000 feet. The quiet …
The Space He Left by SK Richardson
the job of a mother Every word I soften, Every lie I tell, It’s to protect her from the father you never wanted to be. What do you mean you’re moving? Your daughter lives here. Daddy’s really busy. I don’t …
Only a Volunteer
Wm. F. SanthuffMed. Dept. 4th Field ArtilleryCamp ShelbyHattiesburg, Mississippi Written circa 1917 or 1918 And be led to the train by a band; And put in a claim for exemption, Oh! Why did I hold up my hand? Why didn’t …
Night Fall by Frank Almonte
The sun has set, colors faded Traces of color, and stars are shaded The trees stand great against the darkened sky The birds are settled, only owls fly The blanket of deep rich ebony is profound To see it takes …