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Walking Barefoot Through Hell – By Mark Masserant

  sometimes i see medusa wearing my face, with my dreams dangling like an ominous crown of complex and cunning serpents. the horizon, dormant and riddled with salt-sculptured icons, is emblazoned with the history of mega-apocalypse.   sometimes i see a chained prometheus, wildly waving a strangled eagle, delicately taunting the gods. his mountainside looms in the northernmost regions of my mind.   sometimes i see the ferryman, but he is a cautious one, wary of the stowaway. sneering harpies flank his approach.   sometimes i see bosch, painting infinite murals in unison with my narratives wrought with melancholy.   sometimes i see dante, and hand-in-hand i guide him, walking barefoot through hell, the devil’s winds whistling our bones.   hell is a time in a place in my mind.   yet in a suddenly shimmering distance, Jonah brushes himself off, liberated at the edge of the foul and festering… Continue reading

Pain you Glorious Creature – By Jennifer Moroch Fara

Believe oh doubting mind it is true Pain can bring out the genius in you The creative soils you thought were dry Moistness once lost now again thrives A silly girl is all they see One with that heart upon her sleeve They don’t know you as you are They only see you from afar Depth has returned she does rejoice The chambers in her mind regained their voice The pain, the pain, you are a gift How she welcomes this spiritual shift Drying the tears from alcohol The spark, the magic finally recalled Long ago a she had much to give Surrendering to darkness, the light again lives Yes you say she will always be That girl you find ever so silly And that’s okay because she knows Her truth is not for you to grow And yes you have your enormous words Looking down on her as just… Continue reading

Ordinary World – By Gabe Rheaume

  I have a chart of protocol that says, “Let me be” at the manic sweet spot. When the world is rushing by and my mind is aglow. When I’m beautiful, and funny, and everyone loves me. Before I forget my illness brings unearthly joy before I become paranoid and afraid before the alcohol and drugs before I become the madness of night. Don’t take my happiness away I just found it. Don’t trade my paradise for a hospital bed, I wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t cage me in a prescription bottle. Don’t intervene. I will come back. I would come back if I knew I left. Maybe I wouldn’t.   This is how it is This is how I am… Isn’t it?   I’m floating through the vibrant rich landscape of the universe experiencing color for the first time. Don’t reel me back to the grey world of… Continue reading

Beneath Tears, Sorrow, Frustration & Pain My Sonnet Hides – Cassandra Smith

  Tear soaked eyes blind me, pushing through; I attempt to write a sonnet. My frantically beating heart emits gratitude – Shakespeare isn’t here to witness bleeding bodies run for cover, scatter to the ground falling on it Screaming, mass confusion – festive country music morphing into fear No, love songs are not on my mind, in my head – acrid smoke kills oxygen Police personal – leading frightened people to safety again and again Bullets whizzing overhead hit targets, paying no attention to different dialect A mystery – no racial, cultural, or religious bias – no barriers to deflect Flowers still bloom, birds still fly, carrying olive branches preparing to sing Lady Liberty clutches her heart and waves our flag – Red, White & Blue Apologetic church bells gong, calling out for peace with an earsplitting ring A man, a gun shop, ammunition, automatic rifles, point at him, her,… Continue reading

No Choice But To Move – By Lisa Perez

…if only the doubting self could Spin counter it’s orbit She stands Still Even though she knows Better will always Come here and Now Those miles clear But corners are tricky Can’t see past the bend’s Blind spot She got up and made coffee And thought about leaves Good Mourning doves Paced at her doorstep Her heart quickened She sipped slow What was she supposed to– Remember? The pace of cow’s chewing grass The length of animal waste A sloth convention The therapeutic process The speed of a snail The time it takes to cook a turkey She has no choice but to move She has no other move but– The chess board demands an opponent Lest she be mawed Or eliminated Threatened Dis-eased Stepped on Raw She looked up from her cup Ah, she remembered: “change” She was moved Your turn… Continue reading