how bizarre it is that eyes can see
through synapses of time, and space
is but the moment before the embrace.
“When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman” by Victoria Walls
Was it all a dream?
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
Oh babe, she replied, with tears in her eyes, why live in a world where dreams only die? I’ll dream whatever I want to dream, regardless of what you or the world should deem as acceptable for me to dream. Now you see that we can’t be we unless you stand and come with me and break through the binds that won't let you be free
"A Proposal" by Braden Spratt
He had forgotten what it was like to actually be free. So one day while everyone was sleeping, he focused all his energy and flew into the night sky and played among the smoke of what had become his life. He looked down at the wreckage and did not recognize his life anymore.
"The Story Too Often Heard Of" by Matthew Meyer
my helium soul slowly
leaking through my eyes.
"Moonrose" by Debra Reilly
let my soul follow the hawk
to depart the earth for the skies.
"Desert Child" by Angela Wise
A nebulous sky gleams crimson beneath the setting sun,
my ivory wings stained
as I dive down beneath the canopy
in pursuit of my escape.
"Refugee" by Brenda Suhan