by Aaron Smith Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Training takes over, I need gloves! Where the fuck are my gloves?? Hands slippery with sweat struggle to put Continue Reading
Poem
There is So Much More to Living
by Barnes Desolation at its best is described without despair and help an endless drug of depression will run a struggle throughout life Nothing is Continue Reading
An Ode to Joy
We all do what we can. I bit off smaller pieces in my last three musical essays, hoping it would show me a way to tackle one on Beethoven’s 9th Continue Reading
Don’t believe for a moment that you see what’s behind these eyes
by Aaron Smith You see my smileAnd kindnessI’ve worked so hard Only to shroud All the Terror and MiseryEvery shred of Horror I promise Continue Reading
A Veteran at the Art Museum
by Monica Deck One afternoon, my friend took me to the art museum. In those gardens, there is a place a tunnel walls of gray rock in wire Continue Reading