Winter’s Footprint

Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.

Hope for Sale

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I was desperate to get out of the dark So, I spent my last dime on that bulb. It hurt being abused, making me pay more because of a need to have hope.

Head before Heart

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Sometimes, the hardest part of being a parent is reminding kids that we love them but we don’t like what we see. Sometimes, our disappointment in them can be depressing. Like young adults, parents can go into depression from being…

Truant Reality

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You can run around chasing your pen or have your pen chase your thoughts but never forget nobody can help you command your pen or wield it the way you do.

Shoppers for a Dress

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Shoppers for a Dress   Have you ever been to a mall of ideas; a place where you try out themes not dresses? The dressing rooms have emails for padlocks with editors for mirrors and rejections for sizes! We are…

Sky and Firewood

We look up the sky see it high from where we stoodbut we live and die under that sky trying to be understood.We are prisoners of our own device barred behind shouldforgetting that how to live resides in I did…

Ships that Never Come

Author’s Notes: This piece is about the emotional and intellectual disconnection between a man and a woman in a relationship. The man sees himself a ship that the woman’s been waiting for all her life on the shore when in…