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

The white blanket of snow covers the earth. Nostalgic smells of pine trees seep through windows. The season we anticipate draws close. Have we been naughty, or good? Can we count the smiles of those we’ve touched, Or do we use the days left to do more? Editor: Erynn Crittenden

The year’s preparing her final speech. It’s a heart-warming statement; She’s saying, “Make the most of the days left! It’s never too late until it is too late – So, push forward, keep striving, and end the year strong.” Editor: Erynn Crittenden  

Flying with the wounded blackbirds –My head is in the whispering cloudsWhere I am warily watching the wanton world I am wandering away from the wavering crowdAnd wishfully dreaming of a winsome countryWithout wrathful, wearisome warlords I am not alone, we remain wilfully loudAbout humanity’s stories of wisdom, yet to be foundAnd we are worriedThat ...

Another day passes by while bloodshed reigns upon our fellow brothers at arms,trying their hardest to serve our country at any price.Another day passes by as we march toward our graves.We cross the jungles of ‘Nam,but what has that gotten us?One by one, the bullets zip past our sight,one by one, a brother falls with ...

To whom it may concern, Words unspoken with stories untold of kings and queens. Telling the highs and lows of history, captains of nations. Men with the darkest of hearts, others with souls of pure intentions. From George Washington and Abraham Lincoln to Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan. The Andrew Jackson and Andrew Johnsons to ...

A light-weight novel is a guarded treasure, yet as fickle as a ruby-red delicate rose.It’s thorns the only defenseto someone with callous and reckless hands. Quick to draw blood with no remorsefrom a wound inflicted by a papercut,yet beloved and clutched to your bosom,like a defenseless, gentle infant. You read the printed, black inkenthralled by ...

The dripping of the rain, Plays me a melodic lullaby. The wind whispers to me amidst thunderous clashes, Saying – “rest a while, A sunny day is sure to come.” Now, as my eyelids surrender to slumber, She replaces my worrisome thoughts with blissful dreams. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Once upon a timeBefore the days of landminesI stood strong and freeIn the westerly breeze Then one day, a war’s windstormCrucified my peaceful platformAnd I was recklessly blown downUpon my neutral ground My body landed with a flumpAnd left behind a yellow stumpA forlorn poisoned lumpInside the planet’s toxic dump Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I’m the Salem girl,the one who diedupon a lonely hill,accosted and condemned. Betrayed by fellow kin,I begged them to live,assuring them of my divine truth,my salvation promised by scriptures. “Anyone found a witch,shall be put to death,”thine scripture says,as taught from birth. How can that applyto an obedient childof my heavenly fatherbeing more than faithful? ...