A soft breeze blows through gauzy curtains, which shift to let in the sun’s gentle rays. Morning dew clings to the flowers in my garden, their scent wafting through the air and into my bedroom. Just beyond the threshold, I hear the clatter of pans in the kitchen in preparation for an easy Sunday breakfast. ...

I wish I could say that you’ve learned, that you’re excelling that you’ve refocused your goals and you’re concentrating on improving. But all you’ve done is plan strategize formulate ideas suggest schedules that you break in a week. All you’ve done is prove that you’re weak unfocused easily sidetracked and inconsistent. I want nothing more ...

From below the horizon’s muted edge,where the earth softens its ledge,I begin my daily climb one broken rung at a time. It’s not that the sky’s too high,nor that my wings are made in Shanghai.The problem is that I’m preoccupiedwith my feathered quill’s stubborn battle cry; You’re running out of time,and will soon be calcified. ...

Up here,with my head in the clouds,talking to myself is allowed,without hearing the maddening crowd,and I’m free to be clever and proud Then, while I’m flying around,held in my cocoon of sound,the friendly and noisy Corellasenjoy chatting with this odd poet fella Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Each morning that I wake up, I’m reminded of how cruel my reality has become because you are no longer in it. My dreams are much kinder to my fragile state, because there, I can still see you. I can still touch, hear, and talk to you. My mind creates a thousand different scenarios where ...

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 me the strength to overcome the challenges of the day, motivates me to keep pressing onward, to strive toward my goals and write toward my future even though I fail, even ...

We all have our dream getaway. Our desired safe space where stress and fear are completely invisible, leaving only peace and comfort remaining. Mine lies among the outskirts of the woods, far away from the city and pollution that most New Yorkers are all too familiar with. I dream of a wooden cabin resting on ...

It’s surreal to catch yourself in a dream while you are conscious of the fact that you’re dreaming. Picking at your brain and thinking when forming a sentence in a foreign language is even more interesting. Put the two together, and you’ve got a powerful moment where you’ve reached the turning point in your learning. ...

I am leaving my blue lagoonand flying to the moon Another lonely moon-struck guysoaring high in the lunar sky I am hooting a mournful noiseand losing my inner poise I am neither a wise old owlor a bold eagle on the prowl I am on a mission to the moonto find her unused dessert spoon ...