Morning. My hands are cramped around this pen. My eyes are blurred and weary. I am tired and achy, but changed. Dad came, Giraffe is here. I poured it all out. Thank you, Ernest. You taught me that… to pour it out, to leave nothing…

Cliques, athletes, and loners brains, jocks, and losers, when graduation came we were all the same. After years of segregating splitting and separating, at the very end we all blended again. Yet the day finally came and away we all went, despite our graduation theme…

Livin’ on a prayer To die for, to live for Isn’t it a question of whom? We all know we move towards death Yet we crave for life The longer the better It’s a funny equation you see Guns or roses? Can we make a…

Attention muses on 3rd shift, My sanity is slipping Inspiration fades into the mundane Brain sweats In search of lost momentum Meaning of the words are all the same Sleep deprived and nonsensical The Muses must think I’m mental Too tired to ressurect rationality’s remains

Early. A state of being filled with anticipation at its best.  As a writer our minds can peruse the sites without contest. Magazines, children’s books, paintings, flowers, plants, people watching…   Being early is a state of being that is elusive to me, yet when…

Four and Twenty Blackbirds A chef of great talent and skill was he To construct this dish of pastry and bird Presented to the king with pomp and glee Only for it to take wing without a word The king, cared he not for pies…

A peacock is beautiful because it’s unaware as to why it’s dressed in sapphires and emeralds A lion is handsome because it doesn’t need gels and syrups and lotions to make a point with his mane You are marvelous because you help others to rise…

I made it to the finish line. I conquered sleep  and fatigue. I have my coffee to thank for mainly  putting in most of the effort. I made it,  We MADE IT.  HURRAY!  -Janice Raquela Mendonca

we are the champions we poets of the night   words filled with magic written in form rhythmically metered   lyrically dancing from fingertips and brain spewed across the page   we are the champions yes champions my friend Another marathon, has come to an…

“We are the World” by Mandy Austin Cook “Lets realize that a change can only come when we stand together as one.” it was her solo and I wanted it. the first time i remember feeling jealousy was when she was handed that tune in…