By BH Looking through caged windows So many faces, so much pain Immigrants being treated less than animals Hunted down and casted away Homeless, displaced with nowhere to escape God’s children Traveling from place to place It’s hard to call …
By HM At times I wonder if I can really forgive myself for all the bad things I’ve done! Then I ask myself, why not? If I don’t start with my own self, who’s going to do it for me …
Look closely Usually, I say nothing meaningful at all What I say in what I write should be of no consequence to you but you can choose to listen to the things unsaid Listen to where your mind takes you …
It’s another day and soon it will be another month in this miserable COVID summer. The sunlight is streaming through my window, and outside, the goldfinches are swooping through the meadow that is so thick with black-eyed susans, it looks …
By MR When they said I couldn’t, I did… When they said I wasn’t enough, I became more than what they expected… When they said it was over, I told them this is just the beginning… When they told me …
Answers galore but none that fit my cadence Fragmentary focus of blinking eyes I wake up a thousand times each night I wish I was alive each time Forgetful dreams full of insights while traumatic nightmares fill my …
By DWS Look in my eyes & you’ll see the tears I cry As I lie back on my bed The vivid memories of my family & I flow through my head, I’ll be a liar If I say, I …
Similar lives meet to form bonds and a connection to last ages or so it felt like back then Now you sleep at a different time unable to pick up my calls while my inner landscape and its tectonic plates …
Poet, novelist, editor, and lawyer Michael Friedman died of cancer on May 5 in Denver. In the literary world Michael was best known as the editor and publisher of Shiny, which Ron Silliman in 2005 called “as good looking a …
By SU My vision was obscured from the blood in my eyes. So, I used that to write my notes down in red, I transcribed… Yet I’m alive, heart almost numb, seeking an escape route from this oppression and feelings …