Two roots thrust themselves out of Earth’s minerals and beached themselves naked under a three-year-old plum tree. The two roots did not...

Our souls danced, a sweet melody years ago. We jumped with every beat and spun with the rhythm. I never knew that the song we picked was...

I am no more lovable than a broken car. Either constantly burdened by trying to fix the repairs, or used and discarded like clothes you...

Hey, little me, I know it feels like the world’s crushing down, Like you’re not enough, like you’ll always drown. But here’s the truth...

Cold, windy days and long and dark nights  The season is over for Halloween frights. Lights full of color wind around roads Sweets and...

Looking back, she can't seem to find the actions that showed you loved her. She heard the words——the way your soft-spoken “I love yous"...

He calls to me from across the street, his voice sharp, cutting the air like glass. “Hey, sexy,” he says, like my body is his to own,...

He will never love her the way she loves him. Love doesn't balance out, It's...

You used to think it was hard to be happy, Like the world was stuck in endless gray, But maybe it’s harder to see the blue skies When...

Advice from La Llorona   By Deborah A. Miranda —a found poem Each grief has its unique side. Choose the one that appeals to you. Go...

Where might the bitterness  of blackberries still careening towards their  midnight purple complexion exist  if not for the marvelous...

Not many people reread books expecting a new ending. After all, why would each chapter, each page, each line, all stay the same, yet the...

Loving him is like savoring a vanilla latte, warm and comforting, yet fleeting in its sweetness. When our hands touch, it feels like...

My Little Sister by BJ Daoust S is for Someone who is always there to care I is for Imagination beyond compare S is for Sympathetic...

As cap and gown come into view, can't help but feel, As graduation day seals the deal. My sister, off to worlds unknown, Leaving me here,...

Handsome by BJ Daoust Though I truly want to throw a tantrum Seeing someone else so handsome I realize soon as the image gets clearer I...

Inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem titled Hunter’s Moon–Eating the Bear Dearest one, Dearest one, it is still in the morning. The leaves and...

In the heart of the forest, where shadows sigh, My emotions, a storm beneath the sky. Why can't they flow like the river's grace?...

A frog suspended on the tension of the pond where water and skin exhibit their bonds. Does it know from a tadpole it did grow? Or a...