by Redde Michaels Ambrosia Espresso Aubergine such decadent mouthfuls of aural opulence designed for leisure – ripened plums spreading like silk across the tongue Cicada Adagio Susurrus ephemeral sustenance – arousing sighs of lovers cense and caress with a feather breath Petrichor Cinnamon Patchouli an unfettered display tracing temperance on the palate – unbound suspension of savor and spice Leather Caramel Lace …
by Libby O’Connor Dear Mr. Frost, I do not think this path is wide enough for the two of us. There is a road you’ve traveled, that I’d like to tread; But, Mr. Poe, my rapid heartbeat is driving me mad with its unrelenting T H U M P I…
by Libby O’Connor I raised my sword -a simple quill!- and poked each finger until the ink did spill upon the page, I swirled the ink and bent them to my will, and from the words upon the page, my inky callus did swell.
by Libby O’Connor I step out in the pristine snow and think, ‘a blank, white page,’ my footprints trail behind me as I travel onward, they punctuate my blank, white page -with essence of me.