I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.

She sends him a text message but it is not a text message it is a unique text message two images, arms wrap-around each other.   He replies her text message but there is no text in his message he pushes the button and an…

As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.

3rd Hour A Tribute To “Butch”, Vernon Elborne Wade, III   A brother to some, a father to many, Butch never thought his call was too small or uncanny. With him, you never were alone, the comfort he would bring you made you feel right…

In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…

Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

The day is filled with joy and laughter Children are running around the compound with careless abandon The women of the house roam the garden and stop to smell the flowers The drizzling rain envelops leaves   The rain increases its intensity and turns into…

Night has always been so boring unless you touched my body, where your cuddle is soothing makes my heart hooting. The night brings screams of love you kiss me most, the way hate is lost. Flight is your and mine I want all nights just…

Perseid’s Shower Submission #5 Ann WJ White We laid on our backs. Lake Itasca, the beginning of the Mississippi parkland. A family waiting for the dusk to transmogrify into night full of stars and silence. Waiting for meteors to travel at thirty-five seconds per mile…