by Hayley Russell Morning arrives like forgiveness, slow, reluctant, soft around the edges. I wake to the thin seam of light slipping beneath the curtain, a reminder that even closed spaces find their own ways to breathe. Some days, I am all heaviness, a stone learning to speak. Other days, I am the window, open just enough to let warmth through. Healing isn’t the rising. It’s the returning again and again to the quiet place…
by Ophelia Knight In America the pledge of allegiance is godly no man who serves his country will have benefits for life they are fleeting every politician has sacrificed a life written random names of innocent bystanders on stinky notes come back to the scene of the crime and shrugged over dead bodies informed their guard…
by Samuel Goldsmith 243? Is your scale broken? I’m afraid not, Mister Goldsmith. That stress goes straight to your waist. Might I suggest a lifestyle change? I recommend you eat more green food and fewer red alerts. But Doc, I already buried my checkmarks out back. I’m as unverified as a midnight snack, yet I can’t keep from being captive, a captain about to capsize…