Like wolves howling in the night, your voice makes me feel alright. And my soul rises up to a moon so bright. In the deepest woods of my heart, something tells me we shall never part. Your presence is a cool fall wind, taking me somewhere I have never been. Fall is a prelude to … Continue reading Howling: Robert St. Germain
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Decadent Creatures Wrecked by Mounting Ambition: Cassandra Kulay
It was easy to start out ambitious, to believe all that mattered was fame and wealth, for those blessed enough to observe the cycles turning, gradually as the seasons, into love beyond measure, a religion of narcissism and cult innuendo. Blinded by recognition as a good in itself, the dramatic rivalries played out with operatic … Continue reading Decadent Creatures Wrecked by Mounting Ambition: Cassandra Kulay
My Confession: Peter Herget
I am at peace when I am writing. It gives clarity to all who surround me, everything around is quiet, still. Nothing moves, only thoughts flow. As I sit here, I am blissfully aware of all that is around. This life is like a rose, without its thorns it would not be as beautiful as … Continue reading My Confession: Peter Herget
Seasons 2: Brian Smith
Got my head in the clouds. There I am in no pain It surpasses the knife in my heart or the bullet in my brain. The hurt I feel in this earthly place is melted away when I am given this grace. With my head in the clouds there I stand to refrain. Got my … Continue reading Seasons 2: Brian Smith
Tell Me a Story: Robert St. Germain
Tell me a story so I will believe you. I will give you money so my dreams will come true. Now I will bow down to take your orders. I will fill my mind with garbage like a hoarder. Tell me of heaven for those who obey. I dream of heaven, though I never see … Continue reading Tell Me a Story: Robert St. Germain
Untitled: Papion
Can you understand my feelings, can you look in my eyes can you tell me your feelings instead of telling me lies am I nothing, just an empty thought like a breeze in the wind so easily forgot. The words of lore were you ever told you have to feel something, you cannot be so … Continue reading Untitled: Papion
Roddy: Maeve Gray
"My Bonny lies over the ocean, My Bonny lies over the sea, My Bonny lies over the ocean, Oh, bring back my Bonny to me." I was 10. My dog, Roddy, was dead, killed by a bus. When I had come home from school that day, my Mum told me. She was crying so hard … Continue reading Roddy: Maeve Gray
The Ocean: Jordan Derksen
I am the ocean; I am the waves, the shore, the tide, the coral, the fish. I am the sand and the rocks. I am the moon, the moonlight that reflects the bubbles of oxygen. I am held down by the sky, we mix together in choppy waves. We are sisters! the ocean and the … Continue reading The Ocean: Jordan Derksen
What Am I?: John Oross
Silence encased in darkness Perception framed in light Caught within a nightmare Of its monstrous appetite Built from broken dreams Who am I?
A Summers Beach: James Adamson
Snowshoes are giant feet and music is the sway of uneven steps. Written memory creates preservation of the need to see snow in the sand of division between grains and flakes when time crushes all to some river telling tales of evolution we are afraid to sink into. Letters trail like powerful words because we … Continue reading A Summers Beach: James Adamson
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