by Stasha Powell Even then, I wrote delusions, nightmares easier to slip into than face the truth. I traced perfect curves on crooked lines, lost in the rhythm, losing time, punctuation a casualty in the chaos of my mind. I hid secret friends in the cracks of fantasy, their whispers easier to hear than the noise outside. Phone calls…
by Joan Mazza You are the master of your unspoken words, but a slave to the words you have spoken. ~Winston Churchill To hold a small treasure hidden in the palm or pocket,to know no one knows what you know, the delicate,intricate details of lacework, net of devious deceptions, distractions,…
by Rebecca Ponichtera Two long weeks have passed since the young girl’s parents first admitted her to the crumbling hospital in the center of the city. Like her own waning heart, the sanitarium hopelessly continues to beat against the expanding reach of death as it captures one broken street at…