“Last night, I dreamed that we all got fired!” We all laughed at the absurd idea Strenuous hours, understaffed, unsupported We made the best of it we could The next morning, the phone ran The dream became a premonition “They fuckin fired me” “They’re calling…

The Harbinger (Valkyrie Kerry) Watching, Harbinger drinks, Muttering of murder, Menacing ingenuity, Witness. Watching, The old drunk waits, Preparing to confess, Speaking of our dark transgressions, Danger. Clearing, Dyer-Bolique, Collects the dead bodies, Remains for forest fire’s hearth, Careful. Hiding, Prophet of doom, Gathering his…

The Garden Party The sun blazed Insects buzzed in air heavily scented by honeysuckle The table was set China teacups Fancy cakes on ornate metal stands Cucumber sandwiches and freshly picked strawberries The mad hatter (her father) played croquet on the lawn With Tweedledum and…

Hour Thirteen  –  Life is     Mary Pecaut   Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.   John Lennon   Neither good nor bad – life happens. Like when Fatima, 17, was diagnosed with Severe Aplastic Anemia.  Her bone marrow stopped producing…

content warning: none I don’t think, but the poem has a sad tone watch as she dances redefines the motion and rhythm seemingly combine. so much is portioned and taken out. the mask she is wearing is falling apart. there will be a time when…

She was born from earth Meant to lie beneath man That was never her plan Now she dreams of wings that shimmer like mother of pearl in the daylight. Sometimes they were golden. Never quite the same. They were warm, her shelter from the rain…

Remember childhood? A blue balloon bringing sheer joy to all brothers-is it that simple to be happy when you are a child? Did we forget to be happy like children? When did it happen?

the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…

Cottony puff balls of vapor Scudding across a blue sky Roiling and rolling into shapes As the atmospheric winds push them along Who hasn’t, as a child, lain on the grass Looking up and imagining seeing something Where it shouldn’t be Competing with siblings and…

Ma told a tale of a devout worshipper of thunder falsely accused of stealing a goat sentenced to be imprisoned In court, he invoked his god Thunder struck His accusers died.