The early morning fog was like thin milk hanging over the cliffsAnd the cold air filled my lungs like breathingthrough a cloud. I always liked the early morrning stillnesslike a giftthe world was giving for the early birds But that morning,the quiet was interrupted bythe…

She is mad at me; even together we are apart. I am three and screaming I am seven and terrified I am thirteen and suicidal I am sixteen and at my breaking point I am twenty two and an alcoholic I am twenty five and…

  There once was a Texas town named Waco. With an inferiority complex muy bueno. But HGTV started airing Fix’er Upper, And the town found many a fan and lover, So Seattle snow birds will discover.   As a native Wacoan, who returned 20 years…

Bare feet with dwindling heat, entered this world with hope of her own world. The world,gloomy,grimmy disheartened her, every stride frightened her despite she imagined her own world. Rose queen killed by her thorns, left nothing to torn. She rose again with hope of her…

She read to our class about rape and race, More freckles than tears on her beautiful face. She smiled and said reach out anytime, A few months later, I did, when I felt my prime. The kindness was gone, the smile dead. Her rejection drilled…

Wafting away, seizing every opportunity. Demented in spirit, but light as air. Horrifying from afar Vibing in the tendrilous breeze Of inadequate earnings. Made from broken promises and Meaningless gestures, non -serious in density. Apart all else is doomed. Sent away to the edges of…

Walking around, disconcerted. Wondering what went wrong. Was it the good times, was it the vomiting. Signals from other worlds more meaningful than ever. Stuffed cotton under the skin, makes me feel like a rag doll. Rags drenched in yuck and liquid, what was it?…

Beginning Today is my new day, a me day, a starting over renewal to improve myself, remake my internal image from the outside in, inside out. After a sprinting 4 or 5 mile ride on my bedroom bike, I’ll shower, slather coconut-scented conditioner on my…

I thought it would be nice to sit and write a poem in gramercy park. I approached the gate: closed. Locked. excuse me ma’am , I asked the lady with her dog. what time does the park open? oh it’s always closed, she replied. You…

My name is Mandy Kocsis, I’m 40 years old, and just published my first book of poetry, “Soul Survivor”, on April 16, 2020! I’ve never participated in the marathon before, but I’ve wanted to for years. Can’t wait!!!