By Surakshya Kiju | Featured Contributor
Love. The point of it all. The reason for it all.
We find purpose in love. We give meaning to our lives through love. Love is arguably the strongest emotion we human beings feel, be it for our family, our friends, or our soulmate. We pursue love all our lives. All we want in the end is to be able to love and to be loved. We go to great lengths to find love. We let love define us.
Continue reading “Love is the Reason: A Focus on Self-Care”
By Jaya Avendel | Featured Contributor
Sword of color crafted to
Stab out our eyes.
No focal point
Only intentional slashes and swirls.
Birds see too much and so
Become experts at seeing what matters.
How pretty the plastic flowers are in
Tribute to single graves.
Continue reading “In Passing [a poem]”
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 me across the face for the first time. I felt the weight of the world suddenly bearing down upon my shoulders, and I could see my plans for the future blurring before my eyes as the thought slowly crept across my mind:
I’m that girl.
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By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor
Mom was schizophrenic.
Dad was bipolar.
What could I get from it?
I found out as I got older.
It started when I joined the military,
Army National Guard.
I don’t believe I was wary,
Of how things could get so hard.
A lot of time had passed.
I started noticing changes,
To the point where I wore a mask,
To hide all of the passing phases.
Continue reading “The Diagnosis [a poem]”
let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest,
but the seeds of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
Wishing you all a beautiful first week in the new year.
May we take time to nourish this seed.