On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, … Continue reading On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

Oblivion

My first attempt at a creative nonfiction contest. The rules were that the piece had to be creative nonfiction, and it had to come in at 1500 words or less, I think mine was pretty close to that. Enjoy Oblivion, and I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Oblivion Someone making an unsuccessful … Continue reading Oblivion

We Never Made The Headlines – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  I was born beautiful. I was born capable of conquering the world with tiny feet and cheeks blushed over with dreams. Chunky monkey, you have it all. I believed it. I believed in everything. Hands filled with stars that I threw up in the sky myself... and I watched the first one fall when … Continue reading We Never Made The Headlines – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

It was always yours

Enter with a happy heart and clean feet. You broke that battle before it broke you. Don't ever let it back in. Walk down hallways and remember. You have taken back what they had stolen. It was always yours. Welcome home. © Nicole Lyons 2016

Let It Burn – Jason King

I'm sitting outside....gazing at the night sky....counting stars....I’ve always had a love affair with them....it’s quiet....except for the crickets....and this large dog on the other side of a fence barking at me....I bite back dammit....this makes me think also I'm actually a little excited for my nervous breakdown....I’m only half joking about this.... mainly because … Continue reading Let It Burn – Jason King

January – N.R. Shepherd

    I dug up a notebook, and blew off the ashes. With my hands in my pockets, and my chin tucked to my chest, I took a stroll through the pages of opiate abuse, and lusting a harlot. Walking this gravel lane of memories, no wonder I ended up dangling from an extension cord. … Continue reading January – N.R. Shepherd

Moonlight – Matthew D. Eayre

  I was asked by someone long ago what I wanted to be at two years old I wanted to be a goat, at six an FBI agent, at nine an author, at ten invisible, at eleven dead. At twelve I wanted to run away, at thirteen I wanted to be somebody's child, at fourteen … Continue reading Moonlight – Matthew D. Eayre