The Red River Valley basin never had water that high there was never a cat fish on our living room door and even though the lamp was reflected I never noticed. The door may have been old but the lines were straight and there was never water leaking under it metaphorically or as literal fact. … Continue reading The Surrealist Door: James Adamson
Category: Poets
Just Like That: Jackie Kehler
And just like that..... A phone call.... Invalidating the reality of living with Complex PTSD. Just like that. Not factoring in: Over-functioning, Over-compensating, Failing trigger management, Navigating between memory time zones, Push and pull of disassociating and mindfulness, Curtains of tears, Spiralling depression, Debilitating anxiety, Trudging weariness, Chronic sense of doom, Complete lack of trust, … Continue reading Just Like That: Jackie Kehler
Fire Road: Cory Buchanan
Glancing at a devil, hidden in his words, jutting from a smile. Propelled flames hang in eye, holding his fatal prints -- deaf inside, black flashes loudly. Standing drugged and dizzy, far off the highway. In backwater forests, jolted cold by taillights, yelling to his senses. Piercing a path on a thin gravel road, through … Continue reading Fire Road: Cory Buchanan
The Whole Heart: Cassandra Kulay
Take my breath and understand, I've come this far to hold your hand. You have hovered, formless, over my waiting consciousness, although I did not know it then, you are my destiny, when I nurtured my dream, the farther you seemed, the closer you were to me. I was cautious but in time my feelings … Continue reading The Whole Heart: Cassandra Kulay
Void Inside my Mind: Bradley Mckay
In the cloudiness of my mind a storm arises. Thoughts, dreams exist only in imagination of my insanity. It creeps into my very soul now takes over I no longer have the capacity for the goodness that once consumed me. Knowledge, wisdom that once had flowed through my mind now numb, hidden away in the … Continue reading Void Inside my Mind: Bradley Mckay
Dear Floozie Shoes: Susan Maria Rowley
I have tasted another classic miracle seen the purple twisted tail go by so utterly fantastic it feels to be in the presence of the master-less sandals sashaying about on the boarded-up prairie field wantonly waiting for the trolls to peep out and beg for manna and gleaming crystals to hoard listlessly longing for long-legged … Continue reading Dear Floozie Shoes: Susan Maria Rowley
To Be Able To Cry: Stephen Sigurdson
So fake, mistaken, misunderstand, it is me, what a mess, life is not what it should. In what must be a weak character, broken with no manuals, mechanics with no answers, not sure what to say, not sure what is needed, or where to get that part. I write with these negative words as an … Continue reading To Be Able To Cry: Stephen Sigurdson
Happiness Amongst All: Peter Herget
Nothing is as exciting as it once was before. But everything changes and we change with the times. Nothing may be the same; it doesn’t mean that we have to stop enjoying what is around us. Life is never as expected; you just take it day by day, moment by moment. No matter how fast … Continue reading Happiness Amongst All: Peter Herget
A Season to Remember: Robert St. Germain
Let’s all raise a toast to a good Christmas, And a happy new year. Let’s hope for a bounty of cheer. We have left old feuds at the doorstep. And be far from our regrets. Bask in the warmth of those we hold near. And taking the music that floats in our ears. If you … Continue reading A Season to Remember: Robert St. Germain
Christmas Night: Jordan Derksen
It was the night before Christmas. I was 12 years old. My master plan was to catch Santa in the act. I stuffed my bed with pillows to make it look like I was asleep. I snuck down to the living room and hid behind the couch waiting near the milk and cookies. Hours went … Continue reading Christmas Night: Jordan Derksen
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