For A Friend – Ally Ameel

if you were a river

I think you would be running

right through my heart

streaming across the pages


periods replaced by waterfalls

not unlike the tears that fell

as I watched you leaving

on the train


your hat in your hand

out the open window

worn and torn from age

even though youth

shown on your face

in the freckles

dotting your nose


I held my arms close to my body

because you had left a warm impression

on my insides


slowly shaking

like a flame

caught in the breeze


and your hat and hand

faded away

until they were dots

blending with the body

of the black locomotive


headed towards somewhere

I don’t care


it’s not anywhere close to me

Essay, Flash Fiction, Poetry, Prose

Sometimes – Anonymous

Sometimes your opinion really bothers me


Sometimes my desires feel like slavery


Sometimes half the things you say I don’t understand


Sometimes it would be easier to love a different man



Sometimes you make me wait far too long to see you


Sometimes I feel jealous green or melancholy blue


Sometimes you ask me to let you see too much


Sometimes I don’t savor your words or crave your touch



Sometimes you twist my words


Sometimes your helping hurts


Sometimes you tell the truth when I want a lie


Sometimes you leave me without saying goodbye



Sometimes I find you suffocatingly possessive


Sometimes what you tell me isn’t calming, but distressive


Sometimes what you call sexy I find oppressive


Sometimes I’m afraid that our affections are not crescive



Sometimes I don’t like you, but I have never ceased to love you.


Poetry, Uncategorized

Something about a Coffee Shop – Ally Ameel

I’ve never understood coffee

but I see it’s simple way

intruding into the lives

and noses

of others

even me

the coffee shop on the corner

sits patiently waiting

I’ve never tasted coffee

with its smells and colors

a penny found on the street

heads side up

to the color of night

when you can hear the crickets

and the cars far away

but nevertheless

I find myself at that coffee shop

around 6:00 pm

after a day

that felt much longer than a day

and it’s not so bad

it’s got this eclectic vibe

that’s surrounds me

hanging in the air

and coffee

the smell doesn’t push me away

it opens the door

since 1985 it says

and I can see how the jazz music

and black plush chairs

could make you sink in

and forget the time

and I can see myself

reading for days

watching the sun rise and fall

and not even drinking coffee

just yet

people talking

people watching

let’s stay here

a little longer



Poetry, Uncategorized

Espero a mi vuelo – Carlina Green


“Espero a mi vuelo”

por Carlina Green

Espero a mi vuelo.

Argentina me llama

a dejar el suelo

que ha sido mi ama,

mi cárcel, mi tiruelo.

Quita las escamas

de los ojos en duelo;

así una lágrima derrama

y me da consuelo.


I await my flight.

Argentina calls me

to leave the ground

that has been my master,

my prison, my little tyrant.

It will remove the scales

from my mourning eyes.

so that a tear spills

and brings me solace.

Poetry, Prosetry

iambic pentameter & my fingers – Iman Messado

i have dirty fingernails,
you noticed. what can i do but assume
that you love me? and if you say you don’t
then you’re a liar. because who takes care
to look so hard at the nail beds of hands
they don’t love?

The Look of an Old Book – Iman Messed

I’m afraid of prying eyes
and I no longer wish to be coherent
but i’m not sure i have cause to worry
i think it all depends
on whether or not
my heart is made up of words
i checked
it’s not
sometimes i read so much
that my heart is as heavy as that tome of shakespeare
you have hidden under your bed
that my tears smell like musty libraries
and my tongue can’t reconcile anything
save plot holes
Poetry, Uncategorized

(untitled) – Karlee Sanders

give up
give in—

<give more>
<give generously>

you’re nothing
you’re worthless—

<you’re worth the sun and the stars>





good thoughts are preposterous—
absolutely not

<good thoughts radiate positive vibes>