The first time you held my hand, I felt a tactile bonding. Weeks later, our first kiss sent lightning flash shivers from my lips to my knees leaving me barely able to stand. Now, lying in bed with perspiration beads conjoining in a sensual salve. I am immune to anyone  but  you. Photo by Min... Continue Reading →

I know there’s nothing God can’t forgive,                    as Bible-study ladies have told me for decades.   In my mass of archives is a button box   from each of my grandmothers, lost  inside bins of files in dining room corners  of the dream house he built for me.      My mind broke ten months into the year ... Continue Reading →

I walk home from Sunday School but like that corny song proclaims I'll never walk a -lone, I guess that God walks with me, maybe Jesus, too, and then there's the Holy Ghost and Satan makes 'em all like four horsemen and when that came to me in the rising sum -mer heat I got scared... Continue Reading →

To find the self I have to curl  out of my safety net. In the library of ideas I lose myself.   Examples of things or peeps during palavers you slot as my leanings not realizing what is said isn’t necessarily a hint of the hush-hush. Passwords are rarely tossed around. Photo by Zichuan Han... Continue Reading →

The pink and purple jukebox pumps Kenny Rogers checking in on my condition behind a booth. again last call wafts over wooden-paneled counters into my ripped, soothing seat into a half-empty glass of Merlot my fourth or is it my fifth? fuck it, it's my sixth. but a face with steel star eyes waits to... Continue Reading →

I’d learned to love the walls you built I covered them in poetry, and made a home of the wallpaper. I splattered my thoughts for anyone to read, and made art out of imprisonment. Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com About the Poet: Marysa Storm is an 18 year old poet currently residing in Florida.... Continue Reading →

I see your numinous body alone as a snow-capped mountain far off in an endless horizon. Swim through the air where silence reigns like a fish under water. You don’t need a voice or have to have to hide to win a place in the cacophony of the future. Move closer to me, and I... Continue Reading →

Autumn came earlier  With the premature end of August. The death of memories,  The remnants of a favourite   Holiday moment, Now confined to the past, Before it’s time was there to recall From an album of snapshots,  Gathering dust. Ponds of reflections rippled by a stone  Of doubt. Was it a happy memory?  Perhaps... Continue Reading →

We covered so much floor with all those words, still with our mountains locked beyond the walls. I wish there had been a safe word for those little sessions in the kitchen - those slow mosquito raids on my soul, always to the clink of glasses and the stale stench of one too  many. I... Continue Reading →