Therapy by Don Matthews

I have a stack of poems, (thoughts) Need to get off my chest And now I have a website Can offload weak (and best) It doesn’t matter what they are It is my therapy Which every writer wants to do With me? it’s poetry There is the constant tug-of-war Write for myself or you? This…

Joy by Britta Benson

I wander where wi-fi is not and signal bars fade into endless horizons. When no one can reach me dark blossoms in my soul dare to start their unfurl. First tentatively, stretching, a wiggle of reconnaissance, then bursting into flames not even the rain can hide for there is no tomorrow. Today, I am my…