What Do Stars Think About?
“What do stars think about?” the young girl whispered to her friend. She wasn’t sure if he was just a friend or maybe a lover? She was at that age where feeling was more complicated than she thought it should be ~ it used to be simple. But I guess that is what her father…
Somehow There is Hope
By: Shyanne Sarris Somehow there is hope in this universe and I don’t know how it got there because it shouldn’t be. We are an incongruous lot that define ourselves by our trademark of death. We pretend to love life but really we just enjoy destroying it after the photograph and before we drop our…
Prescription of a Writer
I am a Writer. I will always have ink on my; Hands Heart Mind and Soul. “Gib pn! Gib pn!” I squealed. My mother stopped furiously writing in her notebook and stared at me. “You want the pen?” she queried, waggling it back and forth between her thumb and index finger. I responded by stretching…
Crimson Daisy
“Crimson Daisy, Does she love me?” A bomb explodes above. She loves me not. A petal slowly falls. Yet, the sun is out Shining brightly – She loves me! I pluck a petal out. My eyes are getting cloudy – Metal drops are raining down. She loves me not. I rip a petal off. “Crimson…
Once Vibrant Earth
By: Shyanne Sarris This once vibrant earth has begun to die, Crippled by all of humanity’s lies. She yearns to breathe in honest love, But, reluctantly watches the death of her Doves. Love, compassion should please carnal needs, However, lackluster souls continuously grow like cultivated weeds. Try, as she might, to start anew She is…
Smiled at the Sky
By: Shyanne Sarris Sitting on an old porch, I smiled at the sky. And watched as the wind Gently carried time. And then I closed my eyes, At the thought of us. Glad we lived a life Sad to be left behind. I rocked and rocked, My chair squeaking as it moved. I breathed slowly…
Wishing Well
By: Shyanne Sarris In the season of chestnuts And muddy leaves, In a park in Stuttgart, Germany An architecture for liquid – A water fountain flows, Carrying the wishes Of things its known. Yes, leaves, and chestnuts Euros and pennies All pay the price of Hopes and Dreams But what is the currency of wishes?…
Miss Invisible
By Shyanne Sarris An Essay on The Story Of Zahra Intimate partner violence, in the middle east, is a cause of lost female identity. This specific type of violence is defined as, “behavior by an intimate partner or ex-partner that causes physical, sexual or psychological harm, including physical aggression, sexual coercion, psychological abuse and controlling…
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