A doll met a clown on a Tuesday of rain, They bowed and they curtsied and swapped half a brain. The doll said, “Be careful! My head’s full of string,” The clown said, “Fantastic! Mine hums when I sing.” They danced through a puddle of yesterday’s soup, The moon took attendance; the stars formed a ...

Just as winter beckons on springAnd the moon guides the ocean’s tide,There’s a restoration that trials bringAnd lasting lessons they always provide The silence of dark times speaks aloud;It suggests words meant to make or mar.But sister, look within and remain unbowed –The light will always beckon from afar   Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Sometimes, I want to be a balloon. To be as buoyant as it seems while dancing across the sky above. No anxieties about the future, and no mistakes from the past locking it in place, trapping it with chains made of utter anguish. Balloons never have to worry about how they look, what others think ...

Here, wandering in my universeThat floats around inside my head- Is my world a little dream?Sailing through outer space In my blue balloon.Oh, starry night!I am lost Who knows Where? Editor: Erynn Crittenden  

Dadum Dadum… that’s the sound of our synchronized heartbeats That’s the only sound we need to hear for now, my love Let our hearts shut out the noise of a troublesome day And let it soothe our love-struck souls, at least for today.

I’m laying still under the shade of nature’s green curtains The wind caresses me with her gentle touches  It’s as though she’s whispering “slow and steady.” These words journeying to my soul as my lungs take in their air doses a little bit at a time

There’s a new phase at every turn  It’s a new transition that catches you unawares It’s the casual conversations that change quickly to career plans It’s the lovers’ chitchat that’s overridden by a toddler’s cries It’s the ridges formed from wrinkles on the smooth planes of our faces Alas, it’s the minds that once thought ...

Lilies push gently Against the brown earth’s blanket New life has begun

From my window, I catch the image of a mother and child  On their way to meet destiny’s demands  Fine wrinkles gracefully line the once plain floors of mums face The little girl looks up and sees her reflection in mum and wishes to step one line ahead To make a better life than this ...

Houses sit side by side Car horns and tire screeches mark the busy day Voices of eager sellers’ inflated promises fill the air With my eye, I spy a diligent father intent on working hard to bring home food Through my eye’s corner, I see a caring mom sentinel as her kids migrate a pedestrian ...