Why must we behave like starving, hollow children? Always desiring more when our bellies are full. We glance at one another on this earth, allowing ourselves to act like Cain and Abel. “This is not fair!” a fellow soul cries out, as the individual takes their well-earned reward. Treasure that fills the other with envy ...

Is this the time?I tell myselfThis is the last timeI put another book on my shelf They stand there like imaginary elvesAnd pretend to be orphans-These unread dreamsFalling apart at the seamsFull of mythical faeries and dragons At the candlestick end of my bookshelf,There are old chocolates and sour cream,Bygone calendars and unused reams. Is ...

If I have one wish for you, my love, it would be that you never let the world dim your light. Sometimes, it is cruel and wicked, punishing the innocent and sinner alike, showing no mercy, with the flames of hatred growing more intense with every act of revenge. It leaves a trail of devastation ...

I hold on tightly to the hope that this moment doesn’t fade. As you trace your fingers through my hair, I ponder on this possibility, but I can’t bear it. So, I wrap myself in the sheets, bracing for the pain in case this moment slips away- nothing but a dream.  Editor: Michelle Naragon & ...

It’s another year around the sun. Another opportunity to be the best of you. More chances to smile and work head-on. It’s a new moment in the universe. It’s another call for you to go all in. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Blood may be thicker than water, but it does not compare to souls connected to souls and hearts linked to one another. It is a testament to what family is. Revenge and hatred boil to the surface, with no winners in a game of pain. Love and cherished memories, however, are what keep us marching ...

With the days growing shorter, I can’t help but long For Spring’s embrace— A bloom of hope and awakening; A fresh breath of life again. But for now, the sun’s radiance glows, While frost clings to the edge of my soul— I wait for the streams to dissolve my winter blues. Editor: Michelle Naragon & ...

Words are cheap, and too many of them can give you a brain freeze!

They have killed a squirrel before. Is it in the enchanted woods, or the forested hills? The pine trees host every creature desperately trying to live, eat, hide, take shelter. Only for them to repeat their routine in their habitat. Both animals and hunters made of human flesh kill the squirrels. A cycle of life ...

Health is wealth. The air we breathe is life. Our daily walks create hope for second chances. And, for every moment of strength we feel, We remain grateful and thrive. Editor: Erynn Crittenden