Struggles – Eugenia

once you were someone gift of life answers unfound failures from ago ideas tarnished and rusty wishful thoughts ahead of time © Franci Eugenia Hoffman A gander at me – I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to …

Clover Field, by Donna Matthews

It’s Saturday morning. My favorite morning today. I love all the mornings but Saturday is a wee bit special with her wide open arms of nothingness. Nothing expected. Nothing due. Nothing required of me. She just wants to hang out and let our feet wander where they will. wind cold on my face spring not …

From Prisons to Palaces – Melissa Coppins, Guest Barista

“Adventure” is one of my favorite words.  It is a word so full of possibilities, excitement and the sheer thrill of the unknown right around the corner!  But as you will see in this post, adventure most definitely has it’s ups and downs. When I was very young, we lived in a small farming community …

Innocence lost…and found – Melissa Coppins, Guest Barista

Many talk about innocence “lost” and when it’s once lost, it can never be regained. I disagree with that statement. When I was young, Mom and Dad were always right…fairies were real…and a new coloring book and new box of crayons were about the best thing next to candy. Christmas and Halloween were the most …

HAIKU: IF YOU KNOW YOURSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm If you know yourself You will know the truth you need and know it's enough Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved

They Don’t Understand-Devereaux Frazier

Clean out my lungs And search my heart There’s nothing and everything t To confirm your suspicions I’m an ally to the wrong side But even my friends don’t understand I can be seen and not heard Heard and not easily seen Switching between identities Is a basic part of being me Black autistic writer …

Guest Barista Devereaux Frazier-My Poetry Is

My poetry is long awaited sunset on a lover’s winter night My poetry is a flashlight on the entrails of the horror film called Life My poetry is a camera on the heart of Titanic Beautiful but tormented Acclaimed and cursed My poetry is an anchor and a mast a tsunami and a covenant conviction …