Mitzi was chosen as the winner of the poetry category during our February 2018 Love Stinks writing contest.   My Only Answer (or New Beginnings) ~One sweet death with me tonight~ He be like lighting to my system, insides mangled, bones cut and contorted pain as beautiful as leaves singing and twisted in the rain

Sarah was chosen as the winner of the short story category during our February 2017 Love Stinks writing contest.   He knows when he walks in through the door that something’s wrong. Maybe it’s the way she’s sitting on the couch, hunched over, with her head buried in her hands, the lights in the room

Melissa was chosen as the winner of the poetry category during our February 2017 Love Stinks writing contest.   To the one thing that never made sense, You always had a way to break my fence. It was never clear where you came from, But in the end you showed what you could become.  

This poem was the 1st Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest.   Flint and Steel was a Match– recycle ‘em now, substitute the strength for rust, reuse the dust in a length of pipe and pump poison through the latch.   Better Men Built the City on a Tilt– spin the wager over

This poem was the 2nd Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest.   Strange to say, but at the start of this maze I was seated Reading feverishly, at every break I only seemed more defeated The more I read, the less I knew The less I said, the lower I flew Down came

This poem was the 3rd Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest. At the age of seventeen, I started my life, Intending to be a professional, Instead, I became a wife.   I cooked, I cleaned, I ironed, I sewed, I raised three children, I carried quite a load.   While others graduated And

This poem was the 1st Place Winner in our 3rd Annual Poetry Contest.   We were opposites, she and I, She of the earth and I of the sky. She ruled day while I ruled night, She worshiped the ground as I took flight. But even so we longed to meet To have our faces

This poem was the 2nd Place Winner in our 3rd Annual Poetry Contest.   Though fallow and brown, it’s a wormhole Transporter in consumption’s own hometown! Set all coordinates to collapse In upon themselves. Fill’er up With holy water; recycle mortal maps. There’s founding boss Jacob Smith With firewater and a pen. Train That water

This poem was the 3rd Place Winner in our 3rd Annual Poetry Contest.   5’3 with an itty bitty waist, with some itty bitty tittys and a pretty brown face 19, with a gap in my teeth, I’m addicted to weave but that’s the only thing fake 96 was when my mom gave birth to

“What did you learn today at school?” This question was asked each afternoon, by one or both of my parents as I arrived home. My mother often recounts the lengthy recitations, complete with visual examples, I would excitedly share in my early years of education; for there were those periods of teenage angst and loathing,