I'll bring order to something because I have none elsewise;but really there's none,as we're lost in the spinning wheel of Id.Gut dysbiota tells me the chocolate chip cookies are calling my name& I like playing games.To eat or not to eat, that is the question,ask those who dig cakes out of the trash.Oh what we'll... Continue Reading →

The aloe bloomed as soon as I was alonein the hospital elevator, surprisingwith the intensity of its flower.Spikes erupted like little cat teethalong the margins of my life—the spiny burr of a chestnutbecause there is no justice.But some days even the rain stopsand cracks appear in the clouds.The blossom wilts and fadesthough soothing memories still... Continue Reading →

Slowly, whimpering Softly, with a thudPausing in between But moving all the same. The ashen sky above meThe ashen road belowYet I shake off the ashFrom my soul in tow. With a quivering handI turn the blotted page And once again Begin to rewrite My character on stage… Photo by Julia Volk on Pexels.com About... Continue Reading →

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 →