The fragments that were purely displaced. 

By: Elizabeth Hammer

My world had been encapsulated by the fragments. My broken bones were scattered all around me. I felt a dull and persistent sting in my chest. 

I was left hoping to find the Read more

Missing heart.

By: Elizabeth Hammer 

My heart lost its way and my chest burned to ashes, while I sat in disbelief.I don’t know how I managed that long.With so much pain resided in me.Could you hear my insides ripping up? 

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The Chilling

By: Elizabeth Hammer

There was a space in between,

A particular void,

A certain ache in the heart that felt like a blank page waiting to be filled with words,

Can you feel that? 

It’s called the space in Read more

The Moth

There are no rules,but there is cause and effect.

When I was littler,I thought that when I grew upand metamorphosized into an adultI would be a butterfly.

You know, one of thoseplayed-out metaphors.

What I’m saying isI thought I Read more

A Starting Point for Saving Nature

Haiku by Sandra S. Hall

Our wandering orbis in perilous danger.Wild things go extinct.

To save our planethow do we change bad habits?We have things to fix.

What acts bother us?We must all work togetherfixing our habits.

So where Read more

Days Survived

by Will Alejandro Rountree

Decisions past

Decisions meant

All in days which we lament 

Some people may prefer

To accept life as a chore

But no, not her, not anymore

All I ask is for one last decree 

To Read more

untitled poem

By Ethan Berry

The promise of a sunriseis wasted on the shallow promisesof nights before.What we’ve been through hardly ever hurts as badly as what we put ourselves through.We don’t have to spark upat the break of dawn.We don’t Read more

Broken Pieces

By Elizabeth Hammer

oh this time it destroyed me, my dear.

my heart has been lit on fire since you left

out of fear.

i can not say this enough,

how much i would have loved

you and all Read more

Art is…

By Ethan S. Berry

Computer is on 1% now.

So I will see how much I can type

before the battery dies on this 

lifeline of mine to other 

people, other things, 

the past, present, future,

the world, everything. 

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—The Bad Year—

By Ethan S. Berry

365 Days of hot baths every morning and a weekly shower

That is a Year of waking up too tired to stand.

365 Days of four cups of coffee every morning 

and two in the Read more

— My Eye, Floating —

By Ethan S. Berry

Once I knew everything and thought myself more capable than others of understanding 

the things that I did not but then I awoke from my solipsistic slumber.

I spent many years blinded by sleepy sands, Read more

— Psycho-Babble I —  

By Ethan S. Berry

I have ridden this elevator before.

How many times? —I don’t know but the trips are too frequent.— 

Always alone. I’m fine with riding alone. I don’t want to ride with anyone else.

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— Psycho-Babble II —

By Ethan S. Berry

Brain zapped / Deadline nearing / Buzzer counting down / I’m on the other end of the court Now somewhere in the middle / Dribbling / Mouth is dry / I need water / I want Read more