Can one imagine thedepths of a man’ssoul? Among anticipated crowdsof bleating sheepand raised voices, Eager to see the merchandiseeach pitiful trinket,worthless bauble Compared to ...

In a dark, dark corner of a dark, dark lair  behind a dark, dark door down some dark, dark stairs  sits a pale and ...

Looking in the mirror, what do I see? Am I a product of joy or misery? I am unrecognizable in my age, like a ...

The long-suffering,foreboding Trojan cloud,that was openly waitingunder the Sun’s shining sling,stormily forewarnedthe unsuspecting crowd: “Hard rain shall destroy your ground,after the warlord’s unofficial kinghas ...

In a heap of agony, You would watch me die, Because I believed your lies. I cared so much. You cared so little. Now ...

The distance between my goals and now, I measure by the beads of sweat on my brows; The cold, early mornings and tired, late ...

The dying sun and crisp air cast an orange glow upon the trees whose limbs turn bare, as they come apart with the fall ...

I hold a belief: faith in my capabilities and self-worth, a deep-seated trust in my skills which empowers me, inspires me to persevere, gives ...

A doll met a clown on a Tuesday of rain, They bowed and they curtsied and swapped half a brain. The doll said, “Be ...

War!Sees no exit doorForIts dirty floor Who sawThem roarForMore? RawTo the core,An infected sore –War! WithdrawThe short strawForWar! Editor: Erynn Crittenden