Is it Pain Or is it Shame When a human Heart Loses Space To call on Grace To show Empathy For another Heart Journeys are Unknown On the moments of the Days To rather be Silent Callous words Can only be a Path When comes the day Grace finds its Place To be given in Read More…
Category: prose
This Is About Me, Not You- by Kamryn Kobel
Whenever I try to write about myself, it always ends up being about you. But this has to be about me. I have to make this about me. Me. Me, me, mine, like a mantra. Like a vow. I have to remember this, because if I don’t, I’ll start writing about you instead. I’m always Read More…
Roots- by Barbara Gurgel
Love is a thing that we put in the ground and every kiss and compromise fed Love and watered Love and moved Love from the shade to the light
Love is a Myth- by Madelyn Foor
“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, so keep your hands off it.”