She was the first one to go becauseno thread of hope was ever in theair; she a meek girl at the age ofthirteen who had a poor opinionabout herself because of the fightsand negativity that poisoned the air.And there was no way out for her,no kind soul to whisk her away andgive her a loving... Continue Reading →

Down the lineYou said noFor reasonsPresent all alongMy age, communityWhy I could never pleaseThose who mattered to youReasons present from the beginningYet you said noOnly down the lineAnd I went backTo a world whereWe never metWhere you wouldn't have to chooseAnd I wouldn't have to see you choose... Photo by RDNE Stock project on Pexels.com... Continue Reading →

The monster in mewas shaped by criticismundiluted and constantformed by the pretenceof reward that neverdid materialise despitepromises from mouthsthat should've knownbetter before every slapbuilt wound upon woundby cane and cord until Ilearned to like or lump it. Photo by Japheth Mast on Pexels.com About the Poet: Lindsay McLeod is an Australian writer who lives on... Continue Reading →

Hey buddy, I’m down on my luck,Maybe you could spare a buck, or aHelping hand since I’m living hand toMouth in hard times, aHardscrabble life you know. I’m tellingYou, I’m working tooth and nail,Through thick and thin,Just to make ends meet. Hey brother, can you spare a dime,I only need a little this time, becauseYou... Continue Reading →

Ice in the airEverything is quietBut not calmIt is on the edgean anxious awakeningslow and moroseThe sun hides Ashamed About the Poet: Aurora Bishop is a poet and artist based out of Cincinnati, Ohio.

As we walked to the station you took hold of my handAs if testing the warmth of a lakeWhile just about safe on the comfort of landBut I gripped your hand tight. A four year waitWas over at last. We didn’t need words.Like a Jacobean dance, a meeting of eyesAcross the hall, a mere touch,... Continue Reading →

Today, I did not wake and hyperventilate.I did not reach for the sick bowl under my bed.Instead,While watching Rick and Morty, I easily ateMarmite on toastAnd Weetabix, coated in sugar as it should be.Last week, I lost half a stone since I couldn't eat properly.My BMI was too high before, apparently.But I would much rather... Continue Reading →

Your first kissis always the ice breaker.A magic momentof immediate recognition.Endorphins exploding everywhere.Then the second kisslonger in scope, exalting anxious passion -bonding beyondbehavioral borders. Photo by Loc Dang on Pexels.com About the Poet: R. Gerry Fabian is a published poet from Doylestown, PA. He has published five books of poetry:Parallels,  Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic... Continue Reading →

With a hand full of loose change and a broken cigarette,I say my goodbyes silently.The pipe organ is out of tune, and later when I'm home,There is no Red Dawn or Frosty the Snowmanon television. No soap dish full of blue crystals keeps the kitchen clean enough to differentiatethis world from the next. Photo by... Continue Reading →