(Poem of the Week) A March morning, taunting with light at play, dancing Cigarette smoke spirals with currents of wind. The horizon...

In silence see the enemy hiding blind inside. Wake up and see again the beginning. —Cori Lark IV-7 Mannaz Reversed Corina © 2007...

(Poem of the Week) I must be free to speak my mind Instead, I find I'm threatened. Once I clung We lingered on Lost inside our friendship. Now I open up my mind Slow, I see what we both hide . . . We trap ourselves We sit apart, yet Side by side— Speaking riddles By day subliminal By night . . . Invading serum reveals this nocturnal mind. Tell me what you find, For I can’t see past this week— This life has turned me blind— I feel a scream sneak up on me Slowly, it will subsid

(Poem of the Week) A lunar eclipse evening past Three ways balanced Eyes open, I am. See lights of nature Raining for days Smooth minutes...