For Margaret My mother ___ mother earth tells me stories of my birth. Her heart is goodness her labour: truth. My mother ___mother bear shields me from the stormy air cuts the pulse of fears within the fur a cover for my skin. My mother ___mother goose turns the very air to juice points my … Continue reading My Mother By Susan Maria Rowley
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Strength By James Adamson
Strength exists on a color wheel always the exact opposite is exactly the same elephants to ants and sentiment to bluntness water and air to immovable objects looking out a window all alone and being in a crowd we learn the value of our good times and in what way ___they exist through the bad … Continue reading Strength By James Adamson
Nothing Compares to You Jesus By Evelyn Pauline Bennett
You bring me joy, peace and love everlasting You are my rock in this destitute world You are my strength and inspiration You bring contentment to my soul I look forward to the day we meet When you graciously sweep me off my feet. Nothing compares to You Jesus. You have given me a life … Continue reading Nothing Compares to You Jesus By Evelyn Pauline Bennett
The Affect of Rain By Cassandra Kulay
Looking out at the slick streets everything seems to be emerging as emerald green, trees stretch their branches and seem to burst into song, rain washes the dust and grit away with a promise of a cooler day, the clouds a pregnant, dark and brooding, full of rain, my soul is at peace as they … Continue reading The Affect of Rain By Cassandra Kulay
Four Winds Ward By Andrews
We're headed far winds ward to Studio Central, where an artists' hub lives and breathes. Winnipeg bound to the gateway of the west, where cold days exhume inside themselves. It starts with a whim and a prayer of thought. With a writer's enlightenment though per chance. Idea after idea envelopes and nurtures it so, The … Continue reading Four Winds Ward By Andrews
Grant’s Old Mill By Cory Buchanan
Water grazing dots flurry and twirl, licking the brook's dribbling top. Brimming their plump bellies, blonde sunset shone. Cuddled along pebble stone, little shields from soft gusts, parading pockets of rhythm.
Drug Nightmare By Kelvin Iris
Relaxed, too relaxed Nerves like electricity Sound of steel banging Break a plate Shattered nerves
Hallucinate By Cory Buchanan
Gorge mountains powder to plateau, in beading heat, climbing from fevering clamour. A short rail to celestial whispers, deep in moonlit motions. Suspended in sixth sense, passed the pitches, into the dawn of flattened breathing.
Nothing’s Written By John Oross
It was a cold winter morning With nothing but white to see It was a time for reflection I had nothing except my creativity So armed with pen and paper I started to confront my destiny. Too often in life we ignore Those few who mean us well Many times we simply turn away Ending … Continue reading Nothing’s Written By John Oross
Kids and School Buses By Wendy Leslie Kirsch
The bell just rang And here they come Some run to meet Their Dad or Mom. Pony tails And dancing curls Rowdy boys And shrieking girls. Most line up and wait For their buses to arrive Others bound down the street So young and alive. They don’t hold still for a second Jumping and down … Continue reading Kids and School Buses By Wendy Leslie Kirsch
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