In the bizzare realm of destabilization Only the heart is clear despite changes, Its beat regular in defiance of all wishes, To be dying of boredom, dying of humiliation, Dying to the point of irregularity, dying of Thwarted ambition, easily, cosily dying of Trepidation, of exhaustion, of despair. To be dead is a stillness the … Continue reading Clear: Cassandra Kulay
Category: poetry
The Tour: C.Fay Shlanda
Allow my words to take you on a journey Through some of the dark recesses of my mind A long, rocky trip, not for the faint of heart For the light in there is not easy to find. We begin with the expanding loneliness Standing alone, under a burnt out street light It is scanning … Continue reading The Tour: C.Fay Shlanda
Beauty to be Seen: Stephen Sigurdson
Been on both sides of the fence, even on top looking down, all around, now I am stuck, on the other side is a ruminating negative sound. All I can do is make the best on my side. The grass may not be greener but I am still alive. One day, there will be no … Continue reading Beauty to be Seen: Stephen Sigurdson
Erica Abercrombie: Nick Hart
Our love was a ritual of the land of the skies and beyond… I was a shooting star from a thousand million eons ago and I crash landed inside your heart. You placed my fragile pieces back together and even kissed the pain of the shockwaves away and all I could do was swallow my … Continue reading Erica Abercrombie: Nick Hart
The Workers: Kevin Grummet
They are coming I bolted the door And swallowed the key My heart continued to hammer Beat Beat Beat They push and pull me Toward the combustion furnace My hands blistered I shovelled the coal The blood in my veins flowed Boil Boil Boil I drove to my sterile job I sat at my desk … Continue reading The Workers: Kevin Grummet
The Gold Fish: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love You won’t find life in a mirror Love is a moment to moment thing and an overall need Relationships have conditions love doesn’t Inside gold is a surface Inside life we can die A fish out of water only has time The depths of a surface … Continue reading The Gold Fish: James Adamson
Fine day for a First Friday: Spencer Elliot Carr
Altered perception makes Art life and life art Colours oversaturate Abstracts mesmerize with their chaos Each brushstroke texture captivating Clouds hang in the sky As light caroms off glass Leaves shine in brilliant green Painted crosswalk iridescent Though none see the difference in me I see it in them Glimmering eyes and smiles True beauty … Continue reading Fine day for a First Friday: Spencer Elliot Carr
Tangible: Hanna Friesen
I've had my share of what I call a kicking up of the dust and dirt-- have raised a little hell- I must say- I must admit. Am not proud of it, but have to come to terms with it. So this is my confession, you get to listen in on. I need to say … Continue reading Tangible: Hanna Friesen
Belief: Cassandra Kulay
I haven’t known what to say, what is right, I do not know. To say what I want will hurt and the healing is uncertain. To be silent against the odds is to forget the sound of my own voice or the feel of my purpose. Silence is as beautiful as it is threatening. Fearful … Continue reading Belief: Cassandra Kulay
Typecast : C.Fay Shlanda
The words I am about to weave for you are what binds me in place. Devices tethered tight to the past, a tragedy transfixed in my future. My mental illness amidst them. This tale is older than my years, my days, my minutes. Spun by millions through the millennia, and dismantled by millions more. I … Continue reading Typecast : C.Fay Shlanda
