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 ...

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 ...

Blank papers rustles about by the windDried ink pots are cracked from neglectI suppose there are lines I’m supposed to writeThere are emotions I expect to pour outBut I think I rather bury them deep within So here’s what I plan to do insteadWhy don’t I give you my quail pen?To write down the earnest ...

The air gives off a serious aura It’s time to buckle our belts and tie up the hay It’s the season to plant eager expectations What’s the end harvest gonna be? We’re not certain but we hold onto hope We’re told hard work pays off in the end So it’s the more reason to roll ...

The sound of jingling bells drifts away The fading glitter of fireworks bid farewell My grandma’s cologne warm scent lingers on the couch Signaling the Holiday season is over If I were given a genie with three wishes I’d trap these precious moments forever Freezing the smiles on my family’s faces and snuggle eternally in ...

How do I explain the bubbles rising withinHow do I identify the tingling in my feetHow do I count the reasons my lips keep spreading in smilesWhere do I find the glueto hold my feet on the floorAnd prevent me from springing up with joy. It’s the one YES inside the chaos of NOsIt’s the ...