A Haiku: Breeze

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich In early June, theBreeze off the lake feels like theTouch of a lover.

May 16, 2015

Photo by Natasha Kalsi By Natasha Kalsi The sun was setting softly down by the river; Spring’s gentle breeze caressed my face. We were lying in a hammock bodies intertwined; my head nestled against your chest and your arms around my waist. I recall breathing in the fresh cotton aroma of your favourite t-shirt  which…… Continue reading May 16, 2015

Mud on the carpet

Photo by Aian Tabor By Molly Zofia I waited in all manner of places For a good day to begin. Basking in blue laced lights and  A lust for liberation from  All that could be defined by my superiors as  A good day for a girl Enveloping our wrists and waists  With surgeon-like conformity. I…… Continue reading Mud on the carpet

The Simple Joy

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Stephanie Mamonto In the time of quarantine  I was craving more sweets than I could ever imagine memes and live IGs made me sick They made me occasionally forget what I really like or do not like, all the sense of oneself, you know, before this crisis. Time flows as…… Continue reading The Simple Joy

Old Friend

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Alex Zavala Hey there, old friend, remember when you fought for our future when I thought I wanted it all to end? Back then, life couldn’t be any smoother You see, old friend, we followed our own lone paths, but when our friendship met its bookend, I wasn’t there to…… Continue reading Old Friend

Empty Mind

Photo by Linaelys Cabrera By Lianelys Cabrera We can almost see the light at the end,But is this really the end?Sorrow comesTo remind us who we left behind.Good days all around,But where is my mind?Overwhelming thoughts and feelingsAll starts to accumulate.I then ask,Why this body, why this brain?But I close my eyes and seeThe world…… Continue reading Empty Mind

Time/death

Photo by Athena Rajnai By Athena Rajnai back then you grabbed Father time by his collar  and kept begging for more  like the coy, soft fawn  our eyes glistened prismatic hues when summer came  and in the winter  were drenched in fear its skin was warm and undisturbed for but a moment  and its rib…… Continue reading Time/death