Reserve a place for me, For I know Christmas is coming. Whatever delicacies you will prepare, Please reserve my share, darling. Reserve a spot for me at our usual bar, Where we always visited, you and I, For I wanna drink with you, Even if it’s for just a little while. Reserve a space around…

Josh, one of our writers, joined the Civil Air Patrol, the all-volunteer United States Air Force Auxiliary, 10 years ago today. He wrote this poem to commemorate his service. “I became an Airman 10 years ago today. Started out in Butler County, PA. My first mission was to Somerset, my boot broke and I didn’t…

The day I die; When I’m being carried, To the gravesite, You must never think, That I’m missing the world. For what is there to miss, If not my mother, And siblings, My books, And those few good people, That care for me, As I care for them? The day I die, Do not mourn,…

From the start You made this desert bloom, Through my darkest days You pulled me free Let my heart forever love you In life and eternity I am but yours to have. In my heart A crown is adorned, Your hands danced around my heart Playing sweet symphonies Symphonies I never knew existed From my…

For some reason, my dreams have images of nails painted In colors of blood red And shimmering dark blue For some reason, he appears With my family And all of us sitting around a table That one must descend a staircase to access And I am forced to sit next to him For some reason,…

I hope we see again, But not in death, Or in the stormy rain. Now, trekking on this pitiless path, In opposite ways, I hope we see again someday. Thinking of the time together we shared, Going from here to there, In the overpowering heat of the sun, I swear, this journey was no fun.…

Scrolling… You’re styling wrong You’re eating wrong You’re sitting wrong You’re breathing wrong You’re existing wrong Wrong wrong wrong wrong – She s m a s h e d her phone into the ground Watched it          slide Across the floor             In front of the closet door Her ragged breathing Rattled her ears The screen…

Once my heart was hugeNow, it’s barely noticeable,My songs were loudBut yet now they’re but echoesEven whispers are louder. Once, my love was undyingYet now it fades away,The more I loveThe more I hurtBut what do I do to be happyIf my heart is but gone. Oh, where is the warmthThe warmth I used to…

If I could become a little child again, I would revisit my home. That land flowing with milk and honey. That fertile land of picturesque greeneries, And springs of placid waters, Cascading the rough slopes of verdant hills. That land of low-lying plains that stretch far, To where the sky kisses the trees. That land…

The world sinks into a commiserating stillness— abstracted conversations chiming with the shuddering snow. Tracks sway slowly over mountainous curves, a landscape of miso and stagnated ports buried amidst white-slated sheets. A dormant cry etches train windows as I glance outward, as though the gods of winter’s embrace carry in every unboarding-footstep traced from cascading…