Your Reflection You love to talk to me in the mirror when I'm putting on my make-up a brilliant piece would come to me a thought or...

Biog Intertextuality of our ideas meet on a spotless page to indite a collaborative effort of strange rhythms and sudden refrains. Images...

Life and Death my tongue murdered a reputation today. slithered from behind my white teeth trampled her life like a withered leaf on the...

The Golden Light I hold the day in my hands, a captive in the golden light while all around me an autumn sky shakes itself loose; a drift...

Promise I can’t promise you that where you go will be easy that there will be a comfortable chair, kind people, or a system that works...

Blessed Giggles float in the breeze warm sunshine kids running free it's summertime Jumping on the trampoline making mud stew ...

When I watch the fires And the destruction around I’m glad I’m still here. *** Sitting home alone I feel so much love for God I feel like...

The Answers When I received the message that she had passed away, A sudden drift of sadness filled my soul With extreme grief, regret and...

A Matter Of Color I am proud of my generation. I came from a past that must only be seen in its black and white. Current bright colors...

Wings As the beating of the wings of birds my mother’s fluttering eyelashes seen with my infant eyes as I studied the face of the first...

Star Roots, Field Work Deep in the August field, I loll with mice and deer and the jawboned lightning playing wild war games all across a...

Welcome to our 12th edition of Spirit Fire Review! With this issue, through words of poetic wisdom and faith, and the beauty of...

Straight and Narrow Low o low came You loving Lord narrowly birthed and laid low in a manger– You, wider than all skies. Straight the way...

© Marla Venable I am a 29 year old amateur photographer based in Harrisburg, PA. I work full time for the Commonwealth of PA and spend my...

A Scented Remembrance Feeling these rains has helped me recall my childhood days now faraway gone. My Dad's laughter and Mom's hug and I...

"The Cathartic Power of Forgiveness" A man whose great success was due, in part, to others' work, for which he often took the credit,...

© Daginne Aignend Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, and photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock...

Amplified Hello, Father. Quick question: Does a loss amplify the sounds of life, bring all emotions into greater magnitude -...

Witness of the Past We were seven and went to sleep, every night, always at the same time. Father, mother, three sons and two daughters....

Copyright, Veronica Michalowski November 7, 2016 Written about her father, Peter Paul Michalowski July 24, 1917 – November 26, 2000 Photo...