By Temujin Frost This broken little thingHow could it be the answer?Despite the trouble it bringsThis desperate little thingCould be a star dancer? Something which transcends yet definesBeing and timeHow then can I call it mine?Is it I or something I own?How do I make...
By Leonora Anyango When I take the podiumThat day when I declare myself a poet, and let the world beholdWhat my pen had been penning, yesteryears, and todayI will feel light, and stand right and brightI will beckon my heart, from deep within my beingAnd nudge it to...
By Desirae Mercedes Chacon Come, here neath this fleshThat covers bones and susceptible to ailmentsReceiver of the sword & the blanket of our soulsLiquid Gold belonging to the depths of our cordaThe animus to our spiritusThe rush of a Lover’s RiverThe payment of...
By Amanda Wilde for a way to bottle sanitydirections to the fountain of youthpassion sans painto solve the fractal equationbreak the light barriertime travel they'd pay a lot of moneyto rememberto forgether bodywhat it looks likewhat it feels likewhat it does they'd...
By Kendra Gauge Rule number one: No mental crisis before coffee. Wake up. Feel the gentle breeze of the box fan from the foot of the bed and wait for the alarm that lets you know it’s really time to wake up. Stare at the water stain on the ceiling and wonder when...