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

The sun is lovely, the rainlate coming, sweethearts wander,hand in hand, deaf to what theworld demands.The winter is coming, the icybreath of frost denuding thetrees, romance is sadness,sooner or later, will one or theother leave?Will ideals be tainted, willone's faith grow dim?Think of her always thinkingof him, he looks for solacefrom the solitary whim.If he … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Romance

Remember me, I knew youlifetimes ago, traced your heartbeatthrough skin, muscle and bone,when your eyes danced I knewcomplete happiness, when youwanted to wander and explore,I let you go. Remember me, likea haunting strain of music, a lyricthat speaks to your soul, yourhand reaches out when I am aboutto fall, looking in your eyes I feelunderstood … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Remember

An onyx rock turningthe silver-brown watersand the mud handgrasping my leg, softlya child-land. My blood red topshivers, I am all wrongfor this and my shoesslide and stick,perhaps I am appropriate. A peach sky openingclimbs and explodes intopink bridesmaids carryinglittle light bearers,stars of evening. No smooth, reflective, surfacetells me I am pretty.perhaps, its better notto ask, … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: My Wedding

The night ride worries me, in the winternight no snow gathers, threatening masquesare a summary of retrospective allegory.Leaving when I was pressed close to adanger I knew not of, it was often thestandardized lecture, when dusk fell, it wasthen that I felt the grief of departure, forholding on to all you have, this is the … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Mental Journey

When unconditional excesses vanish,it leaves a frayed fringe unfinished,a blank sentiment, faith, no soul couldget near to it, traces of mortalityeverywhere, unbinding itself fromthe past, the fabric of existence, insucceeding meters, telling the storyanew without passion or crime,dying for the clairvoyance of themystic sellers even while continuouslyenvisioning your life as a worthlessrepealing of all intentions. … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Meaning