Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

Garment of Pain   Trying to forget pain sewn into the hem of my life, with stitches  straight and precise. No scissor  can cut me free. Adamantine thread of dolor, pulled tight, knotted and  tucked deftly. Perfect garment of malaise,  worn without a thought of redemption.  Cold truth filtrates through loose woven cloth.  Frayed edges  … Continue reading Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

Night’s Wedding

By Gina Elliott                                        The sun burned in envy,                                        when the night wed the moon,                                         adorned in stars,                                         with the Milky Way her bridal gown,                                         A hush enveloped her … Continue reading Night’s Wedding