By Tamara Yancosky Two sides exist on the same coin with narcissistic mental health care workers. Though it was during midsummer’s torrid heat, she perceived the raw chill frosting the sides of the horizon even before she received the social worker’s generic letter stating he was resigning to move on to his private practice. … Leer más Two Sides Of Same Coin With Narcissistic Health Care Workers
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love You bare your words, exposing secret places and thoughts. Elegant words and face haunt my thoughts. I imagine you close to me. Your soft and gentle face near. Your eyes allowing me… Leer más Secret love by John Coyote
This morning as she appeared at the foot of his bed, in the light of the covered window, she sucked at her lips and said, “Ah, to spend one’s life ever thinking about the girl one thinks one’s not good enough for. Pathetic. I so pity the loser who lives life so. You know why?”… Leer más if we consumed our love… by Bogdan Dragos
Today I will be married, and the entire village is invited. Is that why my mother cries? I have seen her wet cheeks and swollen eyes. Yet she pretends it’s the dusty wind that bothers her. Is she overwhelmed? Saddened to lose her eldest daughter? She has six more to care for. The married women… Leer más The Village Bride by Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden I was the only Brit diplomat left At the fall of Saigon, April 75 Thought it prudent to make a sharpish getaway And escape whilst still alive Just outside of the US Embassy Amidst the panicking throng A pretty young local girl approached me Asked if she could tag along She said, ‘Kind… Leer más ROMANCE IN A TIME OF WAR
If I don’t see you all day You should be upset You should come and surprise me After the office hours When you come to see me Bring crimson red roses You reach that spot early And enjoy my memories When you remember me You should forget the world Let go of all your worries… Leer más Crescent Moon…#Free_style by Jane Aguiar
:: previous – Matters of the Sky by Kirsten Curcio Winter I skim over the text on page twenty-six. Luckily, Khiana Grim’s personnel file is slim enough to quickly digest. Name: Khiana Grim W – 44 Other Names: Khiana Nightbell Native Land: Concordance Occupation: Former Crown Forensic Accountant – Hostile Termination Notes: • Reported missing… Leer más The Thing Beyond the Clouds by Kirsten Curcio
It’s late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot I walk towards my car when she comes out from behind the yellow dumpster approaching me holding a clinking piggy-bank in her pale outstretched hands “No thanks,” I said and resumed my walking,… Leer más there is a middle way, apparently by Bogdan Dragos
It wasn’t the darkness that bothered Shane, but the insecurity of being on his own, all alone for the first time in many years. In fact, he had never been afraid of the dark. Even as a young boy, he had spent most of his time loitering in the dark alleys near his grandfather’s house.… Leer más The Best Friend by Terveen Gill
Thelittle bird looked at the sea. It looked so small. As if a single gust of wind could make it tumble into the water. It was perching on the longest branch of a tree, by the seashore. The end of the branch reached a few above the water. From the window the little bird looked… Leer más The sailboat by Brian Martin-Onraët
BBYCGN Writing How do we impart to a mother who lost her child that God loves her and knows what he’s doing? What of the man who loses a job and cannot support his family? We recognize God doesn’t change, and he loves us. He hasn’t stopped. And as trusting followers, his plan is developing… Leer más Comforting A Giraffe With A Broken Neck Through God’s Love by Tamara Yancosky
I don’t have to watch late-night fright shows to get a bad case of the creeps. Pretenders and swindlers lurk on my computer, preying on naivete. The monsters in fright shows dissolve at the ending. I know I can sleep peacefully. The creeps on the web aim to get me to trust them so I’ll… Leer más Creeps by Nolcha Fox & Barbara Leonhard
the best part about her is that she can never use the element of surprise No, she’s always writing with thick carpenter crayons on the walls and details all her plans A STRAND OF HIS HAIR, she writes this evening. AS HE FALLS ASLEEP, I’M GOING TO CLIP A STRAND OF HIS HAIR AND HIDE… Leer más can’t use the element of surprise by Bogdan Dragos
What do you call a man who has seen the turn of two centuries? Old? I’d say CURSED! Forsaken by God. Left behind to confront boredom, encounter misery, suffer the pathetic complexities of a stagnant life. My name is Veda Paul and I’m 117 years old. You may snigger and call me senile, or an… Leer más Forsaken by God by Terveen Gill
Of few things I am certain. Change is inevitable. Babies and puppies will always cause some kind of visceral, deep rooted reaction. You need a night sky, devoid of city lights and full of stars to feel your appropriate size. Fewer sounds are more calming than a river flowing, rain hitting your rooftop, or a… Leer más Letters To Ourselves by Sarah Reichert
The snow has nearly melted Winter is almost over But I’m still as cold as ever Spring isn’t promising me- anything A new season of the same old problem These rains do me no real favors Nothing feels like it used to- once I still can’t believe I lost you And my love never knew… Leer más Chafe by poet of the Light
Hi all: I bring you another book by an author I discovered thanks to Rosie’s Book Review Team, and I was lucky enough to get an early copy and a request to provide an editorial review as well. It was my pleasure, as I’ve become very fond of the protagonist of this book and her… Leer más #TuesdayBookBlog Lyrics for the Loved Ones by Anne Goodwin (@Annecdotist) by Olga Miret
there is something about walls and man’s inborn need to be surrounded by them It’s those who grew up not surrounded by them that know best Last night was for him the first night spent alone between four walls in a long, long time and it wasn’t even a jail cell It was a rented… Leer más just four walls by Bogdan Dragos
Her lips were envied by the mighty and the weak. They were also adored and worshipped. Haunting ballads described them as magical, professing their power as life-giving and lethal. She wasn’t born from nobility, rather handpicked from hostility. An orphan with no past or future, a gift to the ones who possessed her. A throne… Leer más The Kissing Maiden by Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden outside the garret window a carnival in full flowpretty maids street dancingeach one with a handsome beau yet here, in here there is no revelryjust a distant pulsating beatsome cheering and much laughterrising up from those with the world at their feet we are monochrome marionettes you knowwithout a puppet masterover familiarity has… Leer más TWO PIG-HEADED LOVERS by Mike Steeden
Gobblers & Masticadores 