by Manarah Brown   Stars and aurora, Snow and ice, Vast wilderness, A cold sacrifice.   Evergreen forests, Valleys to peaks, Rivers that wander, Where the ocean speaks.   Blue waters, Bluer skies, Winter days, And summer nights.   It’s not where I began, But it’s where I feel free— To love and be loved by, Maybe where I’m meant to be.

by PhrAustie Tragic magic paper vapor Do you love the way your Grave Matches patches snatches All of the light in fright of might Winged Wonders wander underling Bothering smothering did it think to thunk To bunk the funk in spite of trusted rusty Misty Monday mornings mourning weekend Escapades “shoot charades” live parades Whittled waddling cuddles in a puddle full of twisting venting bending mending losing line of sight, bright I find, don’t try to calm the tide/ ride or dine, fit to fly upon a tundra sky Swiveled rivers running like a hurricane free of pain, Terra reign, Love the chain Back to the front from top shop…

by PhrAustie Walking through the values you entered unto the world Fraught with nought nary a faerie, “Not Fair He!” These blops of stops concluding a protruding confusing intrusive elusive notion current on the currents in motion on the Bering Sea portion of the Pacific Ocean Land meets man, meats man & plans stands for days in ways that it’s laid out like gout, stout as a shout This gory “Glory & hallelujah” in collusion to Illusion; losing to a lost paradise parable parked between antiquated ideas flayed and displayed in an intricate array The main rage on the stage is parading cascading triumvirate hues Stoned and amused Flowing in…

by Makena Seagle You put a pot of cold water on the stove and Turn the heat to high. You put a lid on it so it Will boil faster and warm your hands over The burner. You make it salty like the ocean And add oil to the water, trying to do all the Prep work while there is nothing else to do. You look at the clock on the oven and you Think of how long it will take to heat so you Leave the kitchen to get your headphones And while you’re in your bedroom you see a Dirty dish that needs to be cleaned. You Take…

I never imagined I would be a time traveler, yet here I stand living through historic moments.   Over and over again, wishing that just once, I could dilute the lies into plainer, less painful truths.   Oh, how I desire to believe we live in a free world if only love were not hated, bodies not devastated, and our world far from cremated. by Anonymous

By Cadence Cedars   Hues of pink and glistening gold  pierce the canvas of the sky,  softly unfurling through the clouds,  as the sun greets the waking earth,  whispering a warm hello.  A gentle song,  sung this early morning  by a chickadee,  mingling with the breeze.  The sky subtly shifts,  painting dreams in shadows  until the moment she rises—  her glimmering glow  drawing my gaze,  capturing my heart  in a stillness of contentment.

By Cadence Cedars   I wish to stand here, feet on the earth, heart to the sky, reaching.  A connection so deep, my soul’s song, ever reaching.  Tall grass and willows sway gently, whispering low.  In the stillness of faint humming, I breathe and try reaching.  Immersed in her embrace, I owe my life to her care;  Each leaf a promise of love; I stand by, reaching.  Stand and listen, for life is a melody sung.  In the arms of her beauty, you belong; listen, by and by, reaching.  The cadence of nature sings sweetly as rivers flow.  In the depths of her essence, I find peace, heart beating; I…

By Bri Ross I am Stardust, not cold nor hotI am the constellations of the night sky, bright and dancing among the darknessWith light, I am goneWith the Sun’s set and the Moon’s rise, I find myself dancing once moreI am the Earth, not here nor thereI am the grass that lies below your feet, standing never goneWith winter, I grow dormantWith the spring, I grow once moreI am the Sea, going and comingI am the River who gives your lifeWith the cold, I become jagged and harshWith heat, I bring drought and famineI am…

By Jordan Hales Your love grew with Me, and my heart Is covered in stars. Every wish of mine Came true with you. Love’s funny that way. A love like yours Could make a girl Look up and dream. Dreams of every possibility. Dreams of such peace. Dreams of utter understanding. A love like yours Makes a girl put Pen to paper, yes. Yes, that’s what you Have done for me. Such peace of mind. The space to grow Alongside you for better. Twin flames. Twin vines. Reigniting a spark destined To blow out. Space Finally, finally, to breathe. To write all those Words once locked up. Forgotten. Unused. Discarded.…

By Jordan Hales I’ve always been afraid of the dark. What a cliche, I suppose.  It just never sat right with me. Never alongside me. Always my opposed.   I try never to be in the dark without a nightlight. You just never know what might getcha.   The dark can be quite loud, if you ask me. Whispering turns to yelling. And it’s eerie, right?   It’s unnerving when I can’t see two feet in front of me. Not knowing what’s in reach, or what’s not.   The noise that festers in the dark is so unwelcoming. So… unhinged.  And that fear and discomfort? It builds and it builds, until something is right…