By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor You aren’t in the framesBut you’re the one behind the lensNot always at the starting gateBut cheering at the end Your step-kids cannot see at firstYou’re here for their own goodThey only see you in the spotWhere once their mother stood
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor It isn’t always fireworksIn cinema depicted,It may be present in a heartBut hidden from the eye;Sometimes there’s no room for itTil hate has been evicted,Cloaked in angry, bitter wordsRevealed within a sigh
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost has always resonated with me. As a writer, I can appreciate a good simile, and I always want to live my life like he describes in this poem. I think this logic applies to daily life, both […]
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor Love and compassion, sorrow and strifeAn uneven rhythm, this opus called lifeFate she is fickle, one day you’re stuckAnd the next you may have a stroke of good luck
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor I remember the day I first became a statistic. I was nineteen years old, and I had a good head on my shoulders. Not being smart was never my problem; it was extreme naiveté that had gotten me here. My husband had just slapped […]