When my eyes shut tight, And only silence my ears can hear, When darkness has engulfed my light, Sing me a song, but don’t shed any tears. When my body is active no more, Please, let me rest; For I’m gone for a reason, Only God knows the best. When you see me lying in…

Sleep deep, my darling, sleep, Till silence is the only word you hear. Sleep deep, beloved sleep. Don’t awake till you reach over there. Sleep deep, my darling, sleep, Till your eyes no longer witness, This pitiless earth, And all its vileness. Sleep deep, my child, sleep; Marvel not at the flowers over your grave,…

Wait for it, one day it may come to you, Change can come in ways that seem so sudden, It was never a thing I considered before, Until the door opened a little more. Rolling Riverstone rollies in the garden, Feeling the universe calling me back, The energy flowing through all and me, Making this…

Why does it hurt so bad, Whenever a loved one dies? Is it because of the memories, Forged in those untold stories? Memories of the good bygone days, Visiting beaches and sharing kisses? Or times at the dining table, Munching food with smiles on faces? Why does it hurt so bad, When a loved one…

stand your ground be loud express yourself wear what makes you feel good be weird shine as brightly as you can be unapologetic about who you are you are one of a kind after all let people see that This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

There was magic once Magic beyond comprehension These words are witness In your arms I felt happy In your heart I was special But now I’m nothing but a nuisance If my heart had any light Would it still show? Underneath the moonlight I hoped to dance with you, Yet my wishes are just wishes…

I miss you quietly, So quietly that I can’t think clearly. I miss your infantile smiles; I miss your gentle touch. I miss your charming eyes, And your coffee complexion, That glints like a torch. Oh! Radiant starlight, I miss being your companion. I miss you when I’m eating. I miss you when I’m Facebooking.…

This illustration was done by Kristi Coghlan who is our writer, Karina Coghlan’s mother. She lived in splintered pallets piled high; Wooden crates, slowly rotting outside; An unstable shelter where she could hide When fearing the dark and moonless sky. A cloudburst floods the parking lot. Stray cats come to drink from puddles in the…

My words once poured like rivers, soft, honest, unafraid. I wrote you in verses, in whispers, in the spaces between what I said. You heard me, but you never listened, held me, but never stayed. Now you call, like I’m still waiting, like my heart still beats the same. But I have learned the weight…

I almost moved to the coast, shrouded in roaring ports. Where time traversed slower, trees pooling their early-vibrancy as memories come and passed. I almost moved the fireflies from their hometown in twilight-dew, a flicker of light caught by few. I almost moved mountains and rivers and storm-clouds and constellations, but that chance was taken…