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
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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
In The Third Degree: Andrews
It’s not that he left her stranded They were seemingly getting along Longevity stated it was in the third degree Then came the poetic justice They did not know each other from childhood But he accepted her with dreams of the past A dream of futures seemed so hard for him Then came the poetic … Continue reading In The Third Degree: Andrews
Pines: Cassandra Kulay
Bare and cragged rock faces, a hard sparkle scented like eucalyptus and spearmint. Blue darkening into a green haven for icicles and ornament, needles as soft as carpet, a plush growth of chlorophyll, the foundation of waiting with years turning, in preordained concordance to the seasons. Stopping with the satisfied hum of motor cars, parents … Continue reading Pines: Cassandra Kulay
Head in the Clouds: Wendy Leslie Kirsch
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 Head in the Clouds: Wendy Leslie Kirsch
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