By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
It isn’t always fireworks
In cinema depicted,
It may be present in a heart
But hidden from the eye;
Sometimes there’s no room for it
Til hate has been evicted,
Cloaked in angry, bitter words
Revealed within a sigh
Continue reading “Love [a poem]”
By Michael Sean Erickson | Featured Contributor
Lover is the sun at night
Held only in your sleep
Secret other lost to sight
But in your heart so deep.
Sunlight dances in a dream
Spotted steps upon a stage
A kiss as hot as lover’s steam
Locked inside your little cage.
Continue reading “Lover is the Sun at Night [a poem]”
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
There are times in life
when it feels as if
the horizon is all you have.
You want to be lifted
from your current shoreline
which has become rocky
and hard to navigate.
You have been in a season of loss
and your heart is wounded –
too much has changed for you.
Continue reading “On the Horizon [a poem]”
By Laura Paris | Featured Contributor
I’ve always hated Audi cars, people dressed in brown, chipped glasses and plates, and the noise of keys and messy beds. I hate dirt and smells, I cannot stand mess. I feel agitated if I am in a messy room. I get angry if I am subjected to unpleasant smells.
Up until last year I thought these were just my random personal likes and dislikes, you know, like how we prefer a certain color or food. I thought they were simple dislikes. Only last year, during a series of hypnotherapy sessions, did it become clear to me the fact that these objects were triggers for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). This was previously undiagnosed. During a regression session, while I was in a deep relaxation state, I recalled one episode that functioned as a catalyst that sped up my PTSD identification and realization.
Continue reading “Why I Dislike Audis: Living with PTSD”
By Melody Finch | Featured Contributor
All I see is River
Crashing on its crazy course
Ever onwards, on forever
With such fervour, with such force
But there is sun…there is moon
Verdant meadow, windswept dune
Shimmering dusk, starlit sky
Scented forests, mountain high
Continue reading “River [a poem]”