There’s something revitalizing about the spring breeze taking me in—the flowers bloom with the green leaves, blending to release the fresh scent that puts me at ease. After winter’s long grasp, the sun’s warmth heals my spirit that’s been tucked and buried, awaiting spring’s visit. Editor: Shannon Hensley  

Oh, woe to me. I rue the day I ever met you. An innocent, petite angel, I believed you to be. A victim of hate, having little friends, you took my pity and softened my heart. Little did I realize, the ones who deserted you were no villains or enemies. They became warriors reborn and ...

Would you gift me a gown that mirrors the beauty you see in me? One that hugs my curves, accentuating every detail you adore. Help me into it, zipping it up with fingers that graze my skin. Slip on my shoes, and let your hands wander up my back, tracing the contours of my body. ...

Near or far, I extend my warmth to you, into the core of your heart beating in synch with mine, longing to reach the depths of my mind. We’ve encountered each other in a different realm, I’m sure– it’s your whispers I hear in my solitude. Until we meet again, my dear, I extend my ...

Like raindrops— soft and steady with no resistance to the flow, no questioning where they’ll land— only letting go, accepting their fate. Like raindrops, I wish to drift in the unknown, without clinging to what has passed, or fearing what’s to come— only falling to the moment of release, when the weight of my doubts ...

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