In my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes …
Bare Soul by Anne Maria Vasile
Bare soul, crawling on the edge of life, looking for a saviour. Bare soul, with trembling words, a poetic life and tremendous thoughts. Bare soul, …
You by Alley Franke
you, always you, you make the world pastel pink you fill the cold with temporary blankets but when you leave they fall out of the …
Joe College by Lanny Larcinese
“Joe College” is an excerpt from Lanny Larcinese’s memoir, which is a work in progress. I grew up during the fifties and sixties and spent a lot …
A Glimpse into a Window of My Soul by Helen Sparrow
The glass shatters with a painful Nerve-jangling, ear-splitting crack Lethal shards skitter across the floor like bugs And catch the light a few hundred ways. …
Shelter Made of Skin by Julia Dobel
You’ll never see my hands naked. My fingers will always be dressed in polish: beige, magenta, lavender, black The skin around my nails always torn …
Tears by Ashley Myers
For those who perished and for those who were able to survive. Always keep the 6 million lost souls alive in your hearts and …
Ode to Passion
Passion. Such a simple word, yet so powerful and well-understood. Not only do your own passions define who you are, but they motivate you to …
Dropped like Keys by Georgia Ladd
It is a terrible thing to lose the soul; dropped like keys. To be resurrected in the middle of the street, your chest concave, …