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 ...

The gentle throb of neon lights, pulsating with anticipation on my sweating palms. The air thick and heavy with deafening music, each unfortunate soul ...

Tiny feet waddle,  With the sturdiness of a seedling. Gleeful giggles fill the air, Emitting the joy of perfect possibilities. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Unjustly, the road East is now ClosedTo everyone trying to leave the city Heed the Warning!Abandon the Office.Go to the emergency parking bayUnder the ...

Come with me, my sisters; come with me to paradise. Follow me through the shadows to the sanctity of the midnight garden. I will ...

Sometimes, I wish to pause time, Just to spend forever with those I love. Many times, I wish we stay stuck in a moment, ...