Eyes closed, lucid with the flirting sound off wind chimes. Climbing our spirit’s lattice, weaving healing from the inside. Wind engaged, teasing, encouraging between the two, a light fandango. Sweet rhythm’s, each one conduit, Brings with each melodious note,  new breath rushing through it. Songs of…

Silent You fancy me mad Because I find Words Too precious to waste on small talk Trapped in my mind Words Live to be written They breathe Walk around Forming mountains Commanding armies Still you fancy me mad ~.%

(s)he wants a lover he wants a friend but h(er) parents do not know what to call h(im) at family dinners at Sunday brunches or on field trip attendance forms all of h(is) friends think that (s)he was so pretty and that (s)he could have…

** Decisions ** As she climbs the hill to the top of the opening of the walk way underneath her feet. She sits. Dangling legs. Heart sinks. Tears rolling down her face. Wondering why. Why he had to leave. He was my best friend. I…

**Goodbye World ** Dark nights. wiping the tears off her face as they touch her jaw. Dreary days. as she picks out an outfit, one to cover her skin. Blind spots. no one notices why she is the way she is. Pain hurts. she aches…

** She’s so clear ** The gently piano keys play. The green fern leaves compliment the glossy blue piano. The wind blows making the leaves dance. Teenagers dance to the beat of the music. The parents with mason jars of alcohol. Camouflage shirts and cowboy…

My mother told me I was a twin: Once upon a time there was a little girl and a little turd. The little girl died.

The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? My next line: Slowly one reaches in the coat pocket to take a…

**Broken and Sacred** She’s on her bed listening to music. Crying. No one knows why but she is. Broken and scared. She saw a glimmer from your closest. She opened the door. There’s a little girl holding out her hand. “Grab my hand I can…

**Days** Bright mornings. Dreary nights. People are sleeping. While I’m awake on this longing night. ~April Sue Kraniak~