Now Save the World I will see the beautiful sky celebrating the world where we live, Where man has tramples his mark where ever he goes, So that his influence blocks the rays of the sun masking the sky. An optimistic mind may see the reality here, As the world and man exist on a … Continue reading Week 1 Highlighted Writer is Maggie Campsey for ‘Now Save the World’
Seasonal Impression
Seasonal Impression Find meinhaling the smoke of summer dreamsblown in from somewhere far afieldbreathe deepexhaledeliberatelyobserving the mountains of ashdust on the peripheryrecently undisturbedfrom the beasts ever lessening visitsonce, they were ravenousa force unboundnow bound by forceconsummately conqueredintravenously consumedtamedwith cold inattention Find meimmovable, unmovingas artificial flowers in springcopy of a copy of a copy ofadelusion of heartwhere … Continue reading Seasonal Impression
It is … by Helen
It's a seed poking through the warm soft earth, on a new spring day. It's showing compassion and empathy in the most selfless way. Loving someone in spite of flaws, teaching through supporting and encouraging in away that will empower all of us. It takes one light too show the way in the darkest or … Continue reading It is … by Helen
Art Angel Writers Online
20 March 2020. The members of the Writers Group at Art Angel are determined that nothing will stop us from writing. We are very grateful to everyone at Art Angel for their help in keeping some things feeling normal. As you will see, we have been able to continue putting some of our thoughts and … Continue reading Art Angel Writers Online
Charcoal Tree by Addison Black
My walk through the old part of the cemetery is a chance to escape the commotion of the world, and take advantage of the quiet and the trees. I enjoy how the weather changes the carefully constructed landscape. One day a sky low and layered. Dark and pregnant with an oncoming storm. My … Continue reading Charcoal Tree by Addison Black
PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE MONSTERS
by E. PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE MONSTERS He sits alone Silent as the moon On a cold winters night Everyday they bring him cake But he will not touch it Not even one crumb To eat cake Would be to feed the monster inside Always is there a price to pay For such a … Continue reading PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE MONSTERS
Wolf
by E.
The Present
by G.E.
Time
by Anon.
Luck
by Rosie K.
