Shattered Hopes

by Rebecca Besser The test is done, waiting for news. Expecting a new life, only to be told that it is already gone. No baby to take home.

A Short Tale of Two Hearts

by Jack Roth He loved her. So. She loved him. No. Their fingertips touched. Heat. The fire popped. Amber fly. She began to cry. Cold. He wished all the yesterday’s. Away. She welcomed all the tomorrow’s. Come. They pound the door. Unforgiving fists. He said understanding wasn’t. Welcome. She told him the pain was. Great. He wanted to know. Feel. She. Cut her heart out and handed it to him. Almost. Now he holds her. Heart. And her. Pain.

A Line at a Time #16 (#alaat)

Look at the picture below and send me the first line you think of!(Check out the Submissions page for more details!) Submissions close April, 9 2010 at 5pm and lines sent in will appear in May's issue!

Clouds chasing faith, all that awaits - a green field cries. . .

Farewell

by Michelle Dennis Evans In the passing of a life A lifetime of joy A lifetime of happiness A lifetime of family A Nanna A Mother A sister A friend Cups of tea Roast on Sunday ‘Sit down love, I’ll fix that for you’ Arms wide to hold Heart large to envelop Soul safe with God A life well lived

A Line at a Time #15 (#alaat) - The Results!

With time comes life

With air we breathe... with love we grow

Enhanced by sunshine, reflective and subtle

A heavy, gun-metal gray door led him into the courtyard with the other inmates where for the first time in weeks he felt the sun on his face and drank in the scent of the newly blooming apple trees, just over the fence and out of his reach

Bathed in sunshine and warmth

A fragile, fleeting beauty; powerful in possibilities.

THE CONTRIBUTORS:

With time comes life (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)

With air we breathe... with love we grow (Cynthia Schuerr, http://www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com)

Enhanced by sunshine, reflective and subtle (Michelle Dennis Evans, http://michelledevans.blogspot)

A heavy, gun-metal gray door led him into the courtyard with the other inmates where for the first time in weeks he felt the sun on his face and drank in the scent of the newly blooming apple trees, just over the fence and out of his reach. (Michael J. Solenderhttp://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/)

Bathed in sunshine and warmth (Rebecca Besser)

A fragile, fleeting beauty; powerful in possibilities. (Cindy Antene cindy4books@ameritech.net)

Affair

by Rebecca Besser We’ve been married for years. Always finding peace and comfort in each other. I don’t know where our life went off track. You never talk. You don’t notice I exist. What’s gone wrong?I wonder if you’ve found someone else. I followed you, when you said you were going to play golf. You didn’t. You met with her. She’s the reason for the harmony of our love being broken. You’ve crushed my heart. You promised you were mine. Your stuff is in the burn barrel out back. I hope you love her, because she will be all you have.

Word Association, 3 a.m.

by Maria Kelly I think of you here in the inky blackness separating dusk from dawn and I listen to music - REM, and wonder: am I losing mine, too? faith - makes me feel faint when I start to question it, so I just ignore the issue and place it, wrap it contextually, conceptually within the confusion and obscurity of other words: clamor - am I making one for nothing here in the silent breathings of my soul? sleep - when is the last time since you left that I knew that blessedness? or love - which is something like faith but is even more intangible?