Dawn had not yet reached the English countryside horizon when the local village baker, Samuel, got to work. In its stead, fluorescent lights flooded the bakery’s backroom to give him a full view of the surroundings. While gathering his ingredients, he hummed a little tune to himself, that his mom and dad used to sing. ...

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 ...

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  

Perched, a peaceful pigeon among the hungry crows I was their round table guest, inside a turbulent sky It was a pretentious gathering of friends and foes A bombastic flock; all I could do was sit there and sigh  I was their round table guest, inside a turbulent sky Their dark, questioning clouds ambushed my space A bombastic flock; all ...

The crowded afternoon streets of New Orleans were lined with the familiar colors of purple, green, and gold since January 6, Twelfth Night. Any native or tourist that was wise enough to study the city beforehand wasn’t surprised by the occasion. Mardi Gras, also known as Fat Tuesday, arrived in one week. Preparations for the ...

Lilies push gently Against the brown earth’s blanket New life has begun

Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth The spinning Wheel turns as it passes on its way. Feel the heart-beat rhythm of the Earth Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth. Not lost, but traded for something of equal worth, First we must go through the process of decay. Spring forth in the ...

Someday, all my puzzle pieces will fall into place. Until then, here's a poem!

An insatiable hunger awoke and gnawed at him. With a heavy arm, he reached for the greasy glass by the bed and knocked off a photograph of them together. The tumbler offered only a spit’s worth of warm water. His constricted throat prevented much more, and he dropped the cup. The craving pulled him inward ...

Time to rouse the earth and get ready for Spring!