Month: April 2015
Ciera Dykstra
Megan Jamison
“Frank and Anna’s Emotional Story” – Christopher Taylor
During the fall in World War I, Frank and Anna worked in the same area as each other in the beautiful, wooded landscape in the German front. They were both in their early twenties, and Anna was a tall, beautiful woman, who worked as a nurse and Frank was a strong, handsome soldier. He… Continue reading “Frank and Anna’s Emotional Story” – Christopher Taylor
“Lives End” – Charlie Willemann IV
War is as dark as space It leaves a space in your lover’s heart after you have been blown apart They cover your grave with expensive lace You are trained to be sprayed with mace Gun shots are heard from all over Then shells leaver your skin tender You see blood spattered… Continue reading “Lives End” – Charlie Willemann IV
“Truth of Wars” – Alli Payne
There are tremor in the Earth, There is darkness in everyone, Rays of hope are rising, People wills, will never give, It is never ending, There are tremor in the Earth, The lion in the sheep will emerge, Trust is everything, Children are the future, It is never ending, There are tremor in the Earth,… Continue reading “Truth of Wars” – Alli Payne
“Sunday, Bloody Sunday” – Andee Chesler
The sound of bombs crackled over my head as I crawled through the trenches. Sticks and roots reached for my legs trying to hold me back from my task at hand which was to simply survive. I hear the sound of firing cannons and guns slow and turn what was once deafening noises into… Continue reading “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” – Andee Chesler
“Bicycles and Begonias” – Mia Miller
Phil’s only here when the begonias are in full bloom. He comes up this lane like it’s his and not mine, pedalling and out of breath. I welcome him because I’m out of breath from waiting for him. He says ‘Hey, has it been long?’ and my response is always that I’ve already forgotten the… Continue reading “Bicycles and Begonias” – Mia Miller
“Word wounds” – Meghan Hickey
soft whispers, a gentle murmur, words, words, words, fluttering down like tiny moths, whispering silent sonnets into my ears tickling them them with their velvet mouths, a torrent of words flooding in, pouring over and over each other, like water rushing over rapids, a violent downpour, beating at my mind, crashing endlessly against me… Continue reading “Word wounds” – Meghan Hickey
“This is My Reality” – Anonymous
No one sees the pain inside me No one understands This is my reality. I feel like I’m worth nothing I keep messing everything up. Why must this be my reality? Why am I the one chosen to hold the pain? I’m falling apart from the inside out Why can’t anyone see? All I want… Continue reading “This is My Reality” – Anonymous