I’m feeling like a fish out of water,But not a lamb to the slaughter.A seasoned traveler, I am not-I’m a bundle of nervous knots. ...

Nature’s ponds--small catchmentsin the concrete path,deep enoughto hold shimmering puddles:nature’s watery mirrors. Reflectionsof a worldjust beyondthe mind’s eye line-a mirage that persists,without resistance. Editor: ...

I hear words about when and where,But is the answer out there?  Words without guidelines, A sign of the times, Between the landminesAnd the fallen pines. ...

NowWalking before crawlingTalking without thinkingSwimming and sinkingRunning but not finishingClimbing without ascending ThenFalling through the horizonDisappearing into oblivion Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I remember being a weeping treeI am writing words for everyone to see.I am writing a song for a soul unconsoledAnd singing about my ...

Sorry for life’s catastropheMy mission fell into the seaThere, lost in a world without sails-I could not find your holy grail Our fairy tale ...

Dusty photos hang on the wallsWhere reality’s silhouette calls Her spinning wheel, her smile, and her soft handsThey were there first, where the hourglass ...

Halfway through the dayI was neither half asleepNor half awake Fragments of midnightFloated in my half-empty coffeeWhen the midday sunBisected the middleOf my imaginary ...

I’m leavingThrough that porthole in the cloudsAnd flying away from the maddening crowd I’m avoidingThose tiresome tyrants, Who cover up new blood stains,And drown ...

Tick-tock, it is manuscript timeMy zine is not in decline Line after lineMy quill slowly winds From the aromatic pinesTo the soothing brine A ...