Twenty-five years later, It’s illegal to carry breast milk onto an airplane.   They’ve never caught a lactating hijacker, But neither has the Patriot Act tapped into a terror cell, State-mandated testing increased our nation’s Rhodes Scholars, Or a corporation followed a gut feeling toward human morality Over rape and pillage profits.   The Department of Homeland Security, Despite power’s ...

I wait on you now, O’ Lord, like any moment of my life. The tree leaves across the river change color, against the setting sun the perfect backdrop of orange and red, along the horizon and my heart pangs for the life-giving water of the steady stream of your love. Every created being that draws ...

On the shadowed edgeof the causeway’s secluded tunnel,I see blurry streaksof bespeckled light. Nothing is certain here –not a breath of wind in sight –only the feeling of movement;of something tender and bright. The tunnel’s inner funnel humsand flutters with a quiet fire.Suddenly, spirited birds erupt –wings sparkling, sprightly flyers. Then, ceremoniously,they luminously journey towardthe renaissance ...

In every season of life,among the impossible,keep on trying. In the valley of death,with every failure,keep on trying. In every heartache,when it feels hopeless,keep on trying. I do not know whybut somehow I must tryto keep on trying. Even when I’ve criedenough tears to fill up rivers,I must keep on trying. Despite the voidyou left ...

How does it feel to live in the shadow of a ghost, a memory, a period that has long since past?  How does it feel to know that you can never measure up and that whatever you do would always be considered second best?  How does it feel to know you’ll never be good enough, ...

A day of rest, a day of play,A day to keep sadness away.Drink some good coffee, read a book,Rest your bones in a secret nook,Forget the world outside your walls.It is your day; you make the calls!Do only what you want to do.Relax your mind and see it through.You deserve a day to existWithout long ...

I’m following an interrupted flight pathof thick, black, wiry lineswhich crisscross inside my mind,like aerial railroad tracksthat travel for miles and miles —endlessly from post to post,and pylon to pylon. Tirelessly on and on, I keep flyingtoward the last tower of poweruntil there, on the unreachable horizon,I see that shimmering golden light. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Not a moment goes by that I don’t miss you.  Your smile and laugh became my source of joy.  The icy, skeletal fingers of death robbed me of that comfort.  Not a moment goes by that I don’t think about you.  It seems like yesterday, we sat on the sofa,  eating ice cream, gossipping about boys,  and longing for brighter days, a better life beyond the desert,  We envisioned a limitless future beyond ...

The air is different here— unspoiled, relaxed with a festive undertone that conveys unity and camaraderie. It’s exactly what I need to forget the bickering of a belligerent boss. This beach, with its warm white sand that shifts underneath my feet, keeps the noise at my back and the light to my face. Playful breeze ...

Each moment I held you in my arms was more fleeting than a rose petal’s beauty as it falls to the ground to die.  The taste of your lips, sweet as Coca-Cola, lingers like burnt sugar.  I beheld our summer days that in my youth I prayed would endure forever.  I tried so hard to pretend we could be immortal and live like kings and queens.  Every kingdom must crumble, but our story will forever live ...