Last night I stood on a corner I closed my eyes And felt the wind rush around me In it’s the pre-storm fury I thought it could take me away Far from the longest day of the year Far from the music I have heard…

A bad actor always looks down then bluffs the idea of what he’s supposed to say while everyone scrambles to catch up to something they never rehearsed Like a student who has written the wrong answers in the palm of his hand, the actor smiles…

I am sweating, clammy, nervous. My heart beats quickly, loudly. I’m sure they can hear it. “They are just teenagers.” I am going to throw up. My stomach churns, roils. “Remain calm.” I am getting light headed. Breath in, out, in, out. Quick snatches through…

i am girl turned woman i am truth yet stolen i am the backwards glance and the last dance for all that i am and all that you see I am forever learning that I am unapologetically me.   C. Churchill

Poem 1 Silently Sad By: Ashley L Powers I sit here with frustrated thoughts My inner fists beating against these walls I’ve built This is what it must feel like to be in prison Trapped within the bars of my mind’s cell I feel like…

The one who tries to be perfect… I am.   The one who sings off key… I am.   The one who laughs too loud… I am.   The one who feels too much… I am.   The one who loves too hard… I am….

How do you grieve when you’re ripped at that seams? Like there’s never enough time to pause, even breathe Not ready to go Not ready to cease Don’t wanna believe No sand left here to see Never taught to release Never taught not to beat…

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

I am           a man.           a boy.           a person. I am           a writer,           designer,           saxophone player. I am           the one who argues about ethics.           the one who knows too much about mathematics.           the one who appears arrogant despite low self-esteem. I am           a twenty-one year old…

Crumbling bones of salt cannot hold the demons at bay any longer Their liquid limbs lap at my skull and my ribs My head crumbles open and they burrow into my brain, Piping their bodies into my consciousness.   My body is being rebuilt, bone…