Embrace This prelude has arrived, and now I can feel our Initial romance takes shape. On an everlasting horizon. Genesis, unshakable conviction. Embarking on the wings of freedom. Here, desires call out to us. When we are next to each other. You made me forget myself. Into the turning pages, reading Between the lines of our fascination. Flipping through curious highlights of infatuation. All-nighters anywhere, Anytime. How about now as we...

The Road Fades slowly toward an endless withdrawal. Into the wind, where dusk looms and time slows To a hush. Brace, brace, in fragments vanishing. Gateway to nowhere. Run, run! Towards this road. a head while stumbling upon the ruins of ‌yesterday Daydream, take a moment to contemplate this path. Skipping stones off driftwood, adrift, wondering how You get here? And what does it all mean, every step? Still a place of concurrence. If only there...

When the wind took him At high noon, everything seemed normal until it wasn’t. It started with. A tiny whisper and hissing, then silently vanished, and the windowpane started rattling and shaking uncontrollably. Then a slow, monstrous windstorm abducted little Zyran like a rag doll. Tossing him haphazardly into the air in the rotation of a tornado The force was harsh, relentless, brutal, and unimaginable. Snatching him upward as he went,...

Cozy Weather This temper-like weather; Makes one appreciate October together. We like spring because we come alive. Couples are in their cozy sweaters at their festival. Everyone is endeavoring to enjoy autumn’s fall, nature's tones. A mosaic-woven picnic blanket spread across Earthy brown, deep yellow, fiery red, burnt orange, crinkled leaves, landscape. On the surface, we’re missing summer. Nevertheless, this compensation of warmth, Spicy,...

When I was a teenager I said to one of my friends, "It must be great to have been a Christian for 50 years. Just think how deeply you would experience God's love. Just think how powerfully you would be able to pray. Just think how much you would know about the Bible." She replied, "Malcolm, some of those people have been Christians for 50 years and they are still babies." The Bible says that the Christians in the book of Hebrews needed milk, not...

Winner of the Jabuti Prize (2021), Jeferson Tenório’s The Dark Side of Skin picks apart that old maxim, ‘the personal is political’. To be a black man (and woman) brings with it structural racism—at every level—based on stereotypes. White is always right. Even when it’s wrong. Lobato offers as evidence some statistics that should surprise no one. In the year the book was published 78% of people killed by the police were black (50% of Brazil’s...

Come and get me The skylines serenade from her lips. Suspended in anticipation. Her innocence mesmerizes with A murmuration of spells, casting Love particles. Blossom before my eyes. Then unveils a pause, sending my heart racing, into the core of it all. The object of my contemplation, While spoken words see the unseen. Things we keep, my moon and your sun light, now speechless. My dearest lover, air kisses, Our hidden contrasts are in this...

Bloom Before Their Eyes Conquer your day by preparing the mind: no matter what comes This is a great day. Happy-go-lucky all the way, no matter what anyone else has to say. It’s your day- You get to choose how you spend Your time. So float on cloud nine, And remember: It's just one day at a time. Take your leap in the wind and rain, Dance, sing, and spin like you’re insane! Lift yourself like a feather, Knowing you can weather any weather...

Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent I was sent to La Honda, California, on April 23, 1965, to cover a police raid on the home of a novelist named Ken Kesey. Kesey had written two novels by then, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and Sometimes a Great Notion. The first had made him famous and paid for a log-and-stone house in a stand of redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains, where he kept a kind of permanent open house. The young people...

The Endless Wait Those voices in the dark waters are calling. Here they are, for there’s no escape. Like being inside the depths of no return. Although waiting for Christmas Day. That surely will never come! It’s the end of the line; they're drowning. While facing Pyramid Head. They all follow the same fate: Lost hope, forgotten memories Only the siren in the deep. Reaching for someone, to take their hands, They squeal with a loud cry. “Let go!...