Monthly Archives: May 2017

  By Cindy Ngo   When dark night touches ocean foam – a mermaid will rise. Her fins slicing through ocean currents, And like her hair – will be the core behind storms. A child and beauty of black waters,

   By Allison DeBoer The Eyes are like a giant ocean, a constant battle of thrashing waves colliding and choking one another until finally the waters part to reveal

  By Mary Bless Flores   On the blank canvas of my life, his variegated work added liveliness. When inspiration dwindled into a hole of nothing, he was there; a pen at hand to outline my thoughts and illustrate a … Continue reading →

              By Rebekka Paulsen If my father is who you want, Then here is sore muscles and swollen veins. Here are the scars ripping Across his chest, the pains tearing Through the organs.