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Holocaust © 2009 – Hannah Ruth Steadman The bluebird chirps of love tonight As two form one in close embrace. Love’s power strains beyond all might To ease the ache of life’s hard race. Vain words of hope he breathes this hour; She sobs the more as daybreak comes. A tyrant grasps them in his [...]

Dour Girl © 2009 – Lianna Albrizio Every morning she arises to a routine feeling of despair. She picks up a pen to begin to write, attempting to cleanse her mind of self-deprecating thoughts that bite. She puts on a black t-shirt to match her mood, and applies mascara called “blackout” to accent her mysterious [...]

Who Are You? © 2009 – Damien Livingston Sometimes I question myself When I begin to do things, I never done before Is this maturity, am I bettering myself Or is this post teen peer pressure where I following a flock Who are you? Sometimes you have to ask Because people have motives What are [...]

My Lover, My Friend © 2009 Crystal Robin Rose Butterflies, goose bumps, even chills, When I’m with you that’s how I feel. Holding you tight oh so close, Being a part of your life is what I love the most. My eyes sparkle, my face glows, How much you mean to me you’ll never know. [...]

The Machine: Time Driven © 2009 Cathy P. Staley Metal pieces, The ocean breeze, An open door, As if to say, “Hello.” The blood of man. Stood up there, And through his lips spoke to the world, But throught the world is where his words now lay scatered. Time passes by, An old man died, [...]

Little © 2009 Skyler Wolf Jones A little piece of dirt, I see you, dried up in the scorching sun, Waiting for a drop of rain, To soak away the cracks and pain. A little piece of land, With dirt and bugs a little bland, No vegetation growing in this earth, I wonder what it’s [...]

Each © 2009 Skyler Wolf Jones Each night each moon, Will come and close the afternoon, And I will still be there in the shadows, Awaiting my time to shine. Each day, each sun, Will close the night and darkness there is none, Casting my shadow of the day, What will I become. I listen [...]

Sickness © 2009 Jamie Lynn Waters Sickness is a sad thing, Watching the color fade from your face, Wondering how your yesterdays are, Did you live it to the fullest, Or was it just a mistake, regret, or nothing at all, It could be today, It could be tomorrow, I’m not looking for the sorrow, [...]

Waver © 2009 Heather Jo Besley To move without effort Elegance, ease Wind tossed and light Sweet spray of the sea Perfect or poor To wait? To leave? Decide; abide With a quivering lip As the blue ocean sighs

Thoughts © 2009 – Jamie Lynn Waters Sitting here glancing out the window, I see a cow in the field. I watch the lonely cow grazing in the meadow, Chomping away at the freshly grown grass. It is not quite a gloomy day, yet not sunny either. I wonder what that cow’s thinking and what [...]

Watch © 2009 Suzanne Grenoble My girl asks Mommy what’s the time? and I say Time to sled into a snowpile, play Make believe or cookie cop or End the day leisurely bathing with Unimaginable legions of friends What time is it Mommy when the Big Hand touches twelve? Time to stand up tall, to [...]

Selected Poems © 2009 Timothy Russell They whirled and flurried from the sky. They came to me in the middle of the night, some silently, some clumsily bumping into things. They stuck their tongues in my mouth. Some slunk along the edge of the river bank like feral cats. Some ran ahead of me like [...]

The Fifty Things Wrong With This Picture © 2009 Timothy Russell None of this will hasten or delay that dazzling flash astonishingly brief on the horizon. Some of these children have never seen a river or an orchard or a pea pod before today. Poppies and impatiens that make you think “cinnamon” instead of “cinnabar” [...]

The Night Was Made For Romance © 2009 Lamar Cole The night was made for romance. In the night our two hearts dance. Under the stars our lips touch. In the garden your embrace means so much. The night was made for love. Our hearts cooing like a white dove. Your eyes sparkling like diamonds [...]

autobiographical limerick © 2009 delor e. ferral The jobs that I’ve held have been various, My character, sometimes nefarious, Not normally funny, Enough to make money, When nude, women think I’m hilarious.