It climbs from the east. Those beams that signal a new day and the promise of a fresh start. That offers the chance to ...

Off to work on school assignments. God forbid I have a life. All college ever does for me Is bring me stress and strife. ...

I choose to believe  that there is more to life than heartache and grief. I have endured much hardship. Still, I wake to watch ...

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: ...

Round the sun I go, turning forty-two, Ultimate Answer to life, the universe, And everything echoing through and through, Withholding its wisdom like it’s ...

I pour my heart out on the page.Heartbreak, happiness,Bitterness, rage.This blank screen is now my stage.This is my letter to the world.This is my ...

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. ...

Sometimes, I want to be a balloon. To be as buoyant as it seems while dancing across the sky above. No anxieties about the ...

I hear her whistle in the wind. Her hum: a sweet melody that carries, that soothes, that calms the rising pain in my chest, ...

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