The Jewelry Box
by Marie Nichols

Tapestry
by Don F.

HOLD YOU
by Bukky

Evolution
by Marie Nichols

Mysticism Of Goddesses
by Molly Neznanski

The Jewelry Box
by Marie Nichols

Lots of compartments
and hidden drawers;
velvet lining.
My most precious possessions
housed there.
Ivory from childhood.
Emeralds from adolescence.
Rubies from adulthood.
Sometimes I forget what I've put there
Sometimes the items haunt me
Fairy stones,
Shark teeth,
Dried petals
Treasures I've collected on the way.
Onyx in shadow rarely revisited.
My children have begun filling
their own jewelry boxes ?
Now and then
I give them something of mine
As my mother did for me
And her mother did for her.

Tapestry
by Don F.

Sun-fingers pierce the window,
tingeing her face a pink-laced orange.
A spider forges the upper-corner of the wall,
shadow slants diagonally across
her shoulder.
There are little sleeves in the corner
of the sockets that hold a certain light
against the half-closed eyes.
She grips the needle like a ledge,
fettering the thumb and index.
She is weaving a tapestry.
She is weaving the black uniform
and epaulettes.
She is weaving a purple hyacinth
that blossoms like the moon.
Only at times does the needle's glint
refract the pupils.

HOLD YOU
by Bukky

I want to hold you in my arms tonight
Feel your skin on my back as
Our legs intertwine in a graceful dance of passion
To feel your lips on the nape of my neck and
My fingertips on the small of your back.
I want to hold you tonight
Just to feel the heat passing through us
As our souls gaze longingly Into the depths of our love.
I want to hold you tonight
Because I can see that if I don't
My mind will not be at peace
My heart will cease to beat and
My soul will never stop weeping for your touch.

Evolution
by Marie Nichols

humanity measured by the size of their hearts
kindness, passion, tenderness, compassion
simply love
turned to hatred
hearts turned to stone
empathy a thing of the past
survival of the fittest
now
in the present
we fight
like lions
wondering who
the king is
of society
a product
of technology
plugged in
running
running
running
to something
from something
running in place
simplicity is lost
here we stand
freedom intellectualized
worn
beaten
living Murphy's Law
wondering
where
it all went wrong.