True Story

by Paul Latanzio

Let me tell you a story, about a place called purgatory. It's neither Heaven or Hell, It's a place called prison, in a crammed up cell. Where tortures as casual as routine, Where life once lived, is nothing but a dream. In this truth, the catacomb I dwell in, can only set us free.

Yes, I pay the price for perfidy, since malevolent and malicious foes surround me. Where change doesn't come easy.

Where it's all the same routine and the same proprietor, Where extreme boredom produces a catatonic stupor. Where I was just existing, but now in living, To what could be.

I sit here now with the last of my story, Afraid to go, because I feel, Maybe I'll disappear back into purgatory.

Crow

by Adam Barker

I am from the unbound sky from the crowns of trees

I am from shimmering stars on the black night and beauty

I am from the sun's warm embrace from the encompassing seasons

I am from the warning caw and friendships

I am from lasting companionships and love from kept secrets

I am from spoken stories and growing together

I am from trickery and lonely songs that break the silences from listening

I am from ancient rituals and stoic stares

I am from magic from teaching and playful dance