I’m leavingThrough that porthole in the cloudsAnd flying away from the maddening crowd I’m avoidingThose tiresome tyrants, Who cover up new blood stains,And drown our Sunflowers with their hard rain I’m leavingThrough that mystical vortexWhere I see weary blackbirds leaving our dirty townAnd fly toward this world’s golden crown I’m travelingBeyond the sky’s tunnel of ...

In a moment of stillness, while the world is asleep— no sound, no rush, no stress— I linger in my quiet thoughts as I wait for the birds to sing, their melody igniting hope amidst the sun’s soft glow. Editor: Shannon Hensley  

Here I am, staring into space;Taking in every second and minute.There’s that woody smell of books sitting gracefully on old shelves. From the corner of my eye,I see the smiles that split familiar faces. I hear a melody in the voices that once dictated lessons to me.I feel the joy of reuniting with figures who’ve remained ...

It’s the simple things, like the scent of a crayon, that take me back to what I used to know– the mourning dove’s echoing in my bedroom, the sun’s rays shining through my curtains as I wake to the scent of freshly cut grass. It’s the simple things, like the scent of a barbecue, that ...

The wailing sound of life’s first cry;The synchronized rhythm of a first heartbeat;The soothing touch of innocence against my skin;Births a new purpose for my existence. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Oh, my waning moon.Where are you?I cannot hear you.My eyes are open,I cannot see you Oh, my waning moon.Where have you gone?I cannot find you.My heart is emptyWithout you. Oh, my waning moon.My hands are numb.Are you up there?Can I reach outAnd touch you? Oh, my waning moon.Why did you go so soon?My heart is ...

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 ...