The moon was full and high in the sky that night, giving off a glow of light to the beach. It allowed me to see the board walkway that led nearly to the water’s edge, stopping only a couple yards …
Bad Day by DeAndre Bright
The sky is grey with rain. You feel a kind of strain. The mind is getting narrow-sighted. Anger can easily be misguided. The usual outlet is to scorn. The family we have known since we were born. Everything seems wrong, …
Accounts Payable by Joanna Southcott
I wouldn’t call myself a poet I wouldn’t call myself a dancer I wouldn’t call myself anything really maybe sad I wish I could write I wish I could pour my heart and turn it into beautiful stories I do …