A light-weight novel is a guarded treasure, yet as fickle as a ruby-red delicate rose.It’s thorns the only defenseto someone with callous and reckless ...

The dripping of the rain, Plays me a melodic lullaby. The wind whispers to me amidst thunderous clashes, Saying – “rest a while, A sunny ...

Once upon a timeBefore the days of landminesI stood strong and freeIn the westerly breeze Then one day, a war’s windstormCrucified my peaceful platformAnd ...

I want so much to not want you, Yet with every breath, you flood my mind anew I try to shake these thoughts away, ...

I’m the Salem girl,the one who diedupon a lonely hill,accosted and condemned. Betrayed by fellow kin,I begged them to live,assuring them of my divine ...

Grasses for our bed. Fingers locked with affection. Stars show our future. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

The Little WattlebirdDarts backwards and forwardsBetween the flowering branchesAnd the pollen avalanches Fluttering from tree to treeLike a busy honeybeeThey are much too swift ...

Lips part and blood floods through my veins. Our hearts thumping with a steady rhythm like a drum with every pump. The groaning and ...

The birds call out in harmony for the morning to awake.Drowsy legs stumble to start the day.Suits and trimly cut gowns grace the bodies ...

The intrusive gale was from out of townUninvited and wearinga mud-splattered gownIt rampaged acrossour winter-ravaged ground Snapping and snarling,so powerfully profoundAnd blew our innocentgum-tree ...