By: Patrick Dale Imagination Imagination is my painkiller, it’s as plain as this I make a wish, grab my medicine and take it with a spoonful of sugar, so goes the adage when the dose is low I’m back at it to add it double the fantasy dosage until relief [...]
Poets
By Adam Gray (at age 16) – Teach me how to do the laundry; teach me how to behave in front of a girl; teach me manners; teach me to write so people can read it; teach me to not slur my words; tell me your mistakes, so I don’t [...]
Art and Poetry By: Jes Wilde Photography by: Emily Weinberg walking through a hallway of pictures.. mirror images.. of my minds life.. clip by clip.. a life lived, a life adored.. a life left behind.. a blue green mystic… .. a total trip out reality.. a mind blown.. and blowing… [...]
By: Ian Wilson Illustration By: Luke Holden clinging to the skin of your four letter mind severing limbs no ties to bind god only knows what you’ll find with your head in the sand you’re awfully limited breathe in…… and now i’m stepping out of this cloud so [...]
I am like a butterfly flying in the wind, going wherever it takes me. I wonder about my future, how will it turn out? I hear many people telling me how to live my life. I see how I have learned from mistakes in my past, but I am still [...]
By: Marian Musmecci In this world in which we live, we are moved constantly by images and words, by weather and by whether or not; a fragrance on a breeze will even send us this way or that. Being aware of being moved becomes essential or we lose any sense [...]
By: Laurel Lyons- Oneironaut The Essence of My Rich Soul I’ve helped birth the sweetest of babies I’ve sliced open the assassin’s throat I’ve hung on the edge of crumbling buildings I’ve seen the strangest things just float I’ve raged inside as my tribe died to circle in later to [...]
By: Rowan God is love Love is a verb not only a noun God is not only a pronoun A myth is not a lie Not a lie if we do not find ourselves lost in the metaphor Action like a sacrament is the visible form of an invisible spirit [...]
By Marian Musmecci Voices boom as son and son and father dance the way men dance . . . tribal, a male thing, a ceremony of close distance and loud heart drums wild voices and wide movements self proclaiming and generous, proclaiming blood bond and the past’s future then daughter [...]
