What will you do with your day?Sighing, he takes his coffee black,cream in the cup can divine fortunes,golden stain, plain as the date on thepaper I never read, hardly ever,something exciting happened today,so you say, playing with contentment.My vented blouse breathes pointelle,he sings in the morning, mockballads, showered clean. Rainstreaked streets never throw updust, flower … Continue reading Morning Poem: Cassandra Kulay

The twisted roots of the problem foster a tree a doubtwith bitter fruit, looking back is not always sweet, fullof trauma and betrayal is the past and it still frightensme, it still hurts to know I was so lost I might not havecome out of it, to sense to horrors that might have been.Still from … Continue reading Twisted: Cassandra Kulay

Standing,in the half light of the moontouched by elusive fragmentsof dreams.Instincttells me to screambut it is only you.Night terrorsand old friend, returned,to guide me, lost in thisnetherworld.You give me things,I never keep in dawnthey haunt me asunbroken circles becomebroken dreams.Jagged landscape does notcut only saws away at mebut I seek no unkind peace.At least not … Continue reading Standing..: Cassandra Kulay

The snow has turned to slush,The street’s covered in mud,A gentle wind blows, redolentWith the freshness of spring,Soon flowers will bloom andTrees regain their leaves,People will bask in the summerSun and life will be easier forEveryone. The rains begin toFall, creating an icy surfaceThat covers all, puddles areDeep but being outside isJoyous after being trappedIndoors … Continue reading Spring: Cassandra Kulay

When I think of all the timesYou have been there for me,I see across a horizon of time,Life was a lonely journey for me,=I lost purpose but now I am tryingTo find it, the rolling fields of theMind will bring great yields, the Contemplation of the sublime.I could be searching for the endBut I know I … Continue reading Horizon: Cassandra Kulay

Today the sun glints off the snow,deep inside, I feel aglow, thefact of happiness can be known,although the reasons for it can bemysterious, strange as the sadness,the grief that comes and goes, I havespent my life learning to manage,to find some way to dispell thatdarkness, then sometimes the suncomes out, for a particular reasonsometimes, sometimes … Continue reading Sun: Cassandra Kulay

Baby blue, growing up is hard to do,You cry about the world but the worldDoesn’t cry about you. Life is difficultAnd this earth is rough terrain, we doAll we can to mask the pain, you don’tKnow a lot about substance or style,You don’t get much choice in whatMakes life worthwhile. Cradled inSomeone else’s arms, innocent … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: The Innocent

Gulls fly overhead, only a fewsignaling summer is almost dead.The first snow kissed the ground,the sun is still warm as when wewalked on the beach, collecting shells.I miss the seascape painted inside mysoul, I miss the feelings that heal myheart, I would know that a new leafis turned, it is just a season that willreturn. … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Seascape

Spider webs form beyond the door,I feel my way without knowing whatI’m looking for, empty memoriesgather dust, I know what I had butnot who I can trust, all this ‘ennuireplacing faith, doubt spins aroundlike a child’s mobile, there is no truedirection, only options and atemporary hope. Shadows slip inand out of one another with thesmoothness … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Room