There was a girl, a beautifully broken damaged girl Whose heart was torn from her chest the moment you walked out and left her collapsed on the floor Years spent, shut away, shut out, never loving, forgetting that she could run, she could fly, she…

One day, I saw my father’s mother in the mirror, looking back at me. Her face the same as the one I had seen in pictures, but had never seen or touched, whose voice I had never heard. Another day I saw my mother’s mother…

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

The most luxurious candle Scented with red rose and neroli hinting of china musk and smoky cedar Soft and silken to the touch Swirling designs in sunset colors Sparkles of golden dust A single cotton wick Braided to burn and curl Begging for flame; ready…

It’s easy to forget the supple things — the shades of joy, the many ways to move.   The supple things: the glide, the swoop, the many ways to move besides the plod.   The glide, the swoop, have you outgrown them? Besides the plod,…

I was worthless, craving acceptance battling conscience But I was not alone in this tale My words shall now set sail To another who shared my veil He was banished, seeking solace challenging disgrace His waves wet my shore and the journey began I would…

Our journey begins with a child in white. His hair is dark, his eyes are bright, A happy soul, a heart filled with light. On the eve of his travel he fills up a pouch Slings it over his shoulder, the weight makes him slouch With…

Even lost words end up somewhere They travel to places we cannot imagine The compression is too great They circle through lives One by one In and out Until they become where words go They travel space and time Recalling all thoughts Making records of…

My Zombie Friend Step 1 My name is Emily Marie Lynn McGoo I’ll tell you a story, I promise it’s true. I used to get teased at my school each day, Before my new friend chased the bullies away. He’s never too busy to play…

The clouds this morning look of rain Will the flowers rejoice For weeks, their buds have cried in vain With nary another choice The heat has risen from the ground To smother and to steal The sacred drink they need for life That they now…