Silence falls tonight, my eyes unable to see my lovely silver orb of light. I see no heavens, no earth, no beacons of light, shining from millions of miles away in the celestial seas of unknown delights.   So many unknowns I’ve dreamt about,…

I feel the Vibration Of bass and tamber echo Through my bones As I breathe in breaths of Pink moscato. With curtains open, Open wide like blue Caffeinated eyes, The world can see us Dancing Bare-legged and laughing. There are passing eyes Moving with the…

The sound of coffee Brewing; Music raining down From a darkened stormy Cloud. I watch the clouds grow And then edge their way Over To the Ceramic perimeter. They fade away and Expose The rich, black New moon. A new moon For a new day….

Hello, poets and poet-wanna-be’s! I believe I fit better in the latter category, but in my opinion, we all do in a way. When I think of poets, I think of flowery words and famous writers from past eras. Of Emily Dickinson. Edgar Allen Poe….

I’m Alyssa, a current English writing and literature major and art minor at the University of New Haven in West Haven, CT. I’ll be participating in the poetry half-marathon tomorrow. I’ll be drinking coffee and writing all day 🙂

Hello marathon goers.. The name’s Khalifah, I’m a Puerto Rican woman. 37 yrs old, mother of 3 really cute kids! I’ve been writing since grade school but never pursued. I go back and forth with it. I’ll write for months and then turn to painting…

As a multi-genre writer, I dabble in all sorts of written word creations from the artistic to the technical, mundane to elaborate and business to poetry. However, of all of the genres I’ve penned, poetry has seen the least of my attention, thus far. This…