By Ann Christine Tabaka Flying by the window of time, seeking truth. Lurking in hidden passages, susurrations follow. Apparitions haunt the shadows of the imagination. There are no more wishes, the stars have all gone dark. Pain swallowed the night. So, escape the day. Flee for the night, never look back. Run towards the darkness … Continue reading Night Refuge
Morning Comes Too Soon
By Ann Christine Tabaka Under the covers wide awake, the agony of worry takes its toll. Racing thoughts and unfinished deeds march across the dark ceiling. Some far off future overpowering the now, like an invisible bedmate wrestling the blankets. No mantras, prayers, or count of sheep will soothe festering anxieties. The light goes on, … Continue reading Morning Comes Too Soon
On The Shelf
By Ann Christine Tabaka I sit here and wait for someone to come along, and snatch me up. like free goodies to sample at a grocery store display. The tasty tempting morsels that everybody wants to try. Who will grab this delectable treat and claim me for their own? I’ve sat on the shelf for … Continue reading On The Shelf
Seaside
By Ann Christine Tabaka Painted sails in the wind, trailing colorful dreams in their wake. Rings around the sun. Sights of the imagination singing back to me in a soft voice. Brisk salt breeze ripping through my damp hair. The scent of brine filling my head. Sand crusted limbs. Sun burnt toes. Sound of gulls overhead. … Continue reading Seaside
Eternal Game
By Ann Christine Tabaka Night sounds amble away with starlight at their heels. Seeking out the yawn of morning’s sleepy outstretched arms. Hours, four and twenty, play tag amongst themselves. A game the moon knows all too well. Dreams come to rest on shoulders white as milk, until the sunlight beckons, with eyes the color of … Continue reading Eternal Game
Burnished Silver Pull Knobs
By Ann Christine Tabaka Burnished silver pull knobs on wooden drawers, distort the images of surrounding objects. I am intrigued, trying to discern the blurry world being reflected back at me. My perception of reality is twisted and stretched following the spherical shape of the handles. The effects are quite disturbing, playing games with my vision. … Continue reading Burnished Silver Pull Knobs
Academy of the Heart And Mind 