We Never Exchanged Names
Foreword The person who I want to be in life culminated in this exact moment. Our society needs more love, and I’ve been through enough suffering to understand that I don’t want anyone to feel that way, that pain. So,...
Foreword The person who I want to be in life culminated in this exact moment. Our society needs more love, and I’ve been through enough suffering to understand that I don’t want anyone to feel that way, that pain. So,...
She stood on the bridge Still with silence and fear For her demons in the darkness Have driven her here They cut deep into her heart Right out of her chest Making her believe That they knew what was best...
Words can't describe the way I feel When I look into your eyes. The fuel to the burning flame of rage inside me. The reason that I lie awake nightly. Words can't describe the things I see When I look...
Meeting you felt like the first day of spring. To look into your eyes resembled breathing in crisp morning air as my coffee brewed beside me. I wish falling for you felt the same way. Instead, I drowned with an...
The submission deadline for the 2017 Dr. Stephen Caldwell Wright Poetry Awards is Feb. 24, not later than noon. According to the contest’s web page, prize winning pieces will be published in the 2017 Chronicle booklet and be given a three...
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