Hour One   I Am   I am watching slo-mo years race by at breakneck speed on a different stopwatch.   I am reflecting myself as I peak into the Sound. Tip toe to the edge, have to watch the kids, cause it gets…

Hello everyone, My name is Sophia. I am currently a spanish student in Costa Rica and I have been writing poetry of my own style since I was about 12. It is a passion of mine and I love the gift that is connected to…

There’s a feeling it is overwhelming…taking over my senses. Fills me with gusto and zest. Fills me with uncontainable anticipation. Edge of wonder kind of feeling.. ready to embrace everything that is hurled at me. An endless desire that sleeps within resurrecting itself from its…

Only twelve months ago, I was born I don’t remember much, of course, Nothing of the onesies and diapers I’d worn, Nothing of my teddy or rocking horse.   All I know is what I was told, Like my mother divorced my dad. At the…

“A Farmer’s Childhood” by Mandy Austin Cook pots and pans clanging over an unlit campfire and a tablecloth lean-to that Pappaw made himself. a girl scout patch jacket warm embraces of apple blossom breezes and a pocket knife that whittles go moo at Mr. Bull…

Solitude closes in clogging my throat gasping for breath that won’t come. A mantra emerges pulsating in rhythm nothing nothing nothing I feel nothing therefore I am nothing. My skull vibrates from the intensity from this war cry of the heart.

I am one part pixels, one part change I am neither mountains nor plains I am not who I said I was Nor who you say when you say my name I am what I am As for what I could be? No one can…

She took her hands off you. Someone told me it’s like Sophie’s Choice. I never saw that. Someone else told me not to. I won’t be able to hand…le it, get my heart over it. Don’t. So, I didn’t. I am good like that about…

She murmured,softly. Hearing the giggling voice, I jumped out of my bed. Giggling again,but can see nothing. “Who are you?”,I asked. “I am the one who lives for you, I am the one who loves you the most, I am the one who wipes your…

iambic paratrooper although I am diametrically opposed to any & all kinds of violence, when artistic militiamen stormed parliament my heart’s diameter swiftly exploded into diamond shards. iambic paratroopers might bring peace.