Essay; It’s Better to Have Loved


You know the saying, "It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."-Alfred Lord Tennyson I have a new sense about it. If I love, anyone, for any length of time for any reason, my heart may break open but that is never a loss. I don't feel that I've …

Prose; Oblivion


Digital Artist Sandra Bauser Time fades into oblivion One memory, one vision of you and I feel whole again. I remember your voice, your smell, the feel of you next to me. In time, it was so long ago, yet to my mind, it was yesterday. My love for you is as natural as my …

Prose; Between The Cracks


Between the cracks of the piano keys, where the quarter and eighth tones lie, invisible gems are to be found. Whole tones (normal notes) have no business here…no one likes them… they just seem whole, they’re really broken; like a million notes in smudged ink all over the page. I long for these sounds to …

Essay; St. Valentine BeHeaded


Here's some romance for you... Today is actually a Catholic Feast day of St. Valentine. He was a Catholic martyr of course, and as it says below, he was beaten with clubs, beheaded, buried at night in secret, and dug up by his followers. His crime was voicing his dissent at the Romans because the …

Re-Program; Deportations


My blood was boiling on a rampage today about Trump ordering the ICE to deport people in five states until... I remembered they called Obama the King of Deportation after he called for 3 million people to be deported. It's amazing how easy it is to find fault in your enemy and forget that an …

Prose; Shadow


  I obscure my darkness to walk through life content, shadow feelings under the bed. Convoluted darkness just below my navel only, my prescient dreams adumbrate what my body holds in, refusing to release its undulating grasp like a cranky child crying, needing attention and touch. Male progenitor, emotional vampire and...ironically, my ally as a bridge …

Prose; Skin


The shell of a turtle, a carapace, guards your continuance of electric water, straight to your brain, pulls your vibration down in by degrees. Your skin like a husk full of ridges on corn smells sweet, hard to pull off at the bottom, tassles so soft on my face, the smell of earth. Your arm was …

Re-Program; Does Resistance Work?


I might be digging into the oracles foundation for 10,000 years. No, wait, 20,000 years...or How old are the human species? 6 million years, our ancestors-approximate. 200,000 years, modern humans Well, the earth is...4.5 billion years old and we have the DNA from every living thing in our cells that ALLOWED itself to evolve on the …

Prose; Gray Day


The sky is much grayer lack of light and still prayer. Tree bark darker wet mud dragged upstairs. No grayer will be in that Michigan sky, mournful woes sad goodbyes. Sad goodbyes to the bright sun that shocks eyes in May, It appears a huge orb high in the sky. We say "What's that big …

Prose; My Only Child Turns Eighteen Today


He went from twenty inches long to 70 inches long.  Something or someone pulled him into this big, strapping, broad-shouldered, sweet, brilliant man. Well, legally he's a man, but now he needs to launch out into this crazy mess of humans bumping around, unaware of how their thoughts and feelings create their life.  He is …

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