Atop The Hanging Hills rests my town below Always the same, that cursed hike. Forlorn bodies climb its dark tableau To feel that warm...

Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event.

sometimes I even forgot It was there  reliable like the tide, a ravenous tsunami they looked at me and constructed a pharmaceutical...

Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event.

Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event. By Colin McMullan

Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event.

I am sufficiently inspired to start a thousand novels – To write the opening pages that reach with gnarled fingers Into reader’s hearts,...

Walk-In She enters carrying the baggage of her pain, the weight of her history.  She’s been here before.  She trusts no one. She’s never...

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Hear that melody in your head Let it sing reprieves  Against the lengthening of the day & let it sigh relief.  Then with your chest Cry...

There’s something wound up inside of me that occasionally climbs up and lives in my shoulders. It nestles itself there, making knots and...

Submitted as part of the 2025 Humanities and Healing Event. By Maia Jakubowski