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~

They were arguing on the walkway in front of my house. I was in my home, but I felt like an intruder, So I closed my door so I couldn’t hear, I only watched through the front window. Still a voyeur I was ashamed of…

Hour 18 – 11:00 PM   Somethings about to happen I put so much in writing a classic Stick to my guns of what I know is magic Emphasis on bad behavior and over dramatic Scenic photos of the East Coast and Mid-West tragic Metaphors…

i have built a wall around me and i am living from within wrapped myself up tight in the busy recesses of my own mind set myself on auto pilot and i’m slowly checking out- waiting for the walls to crumble. tired of air seeping…

Hour 17 – 10:00 PM   It’s a centerfold for real A life among stars, stages, and spliffs Where we get confused who’s real and who’s a gift. Touchable in our presence, captivated by the moment We are unique in a sense cause we own…

I scream my name out to the canyon walls. At least, I believe it’s my name. It’s been 2 months 3 weeks and 5 days since anyone said it. But it’s not like I’m counting. It bounces from the rust-red rock and twists its way…

Stars painting masterpieces In the night sky. 10,000 angels watching now. You’re not alone. Night sky’s breathing. Inhale, Exhale. Life is breath And breath is life. Breathe it in, Awake, alive,