The Girl to the Left was Left By Vanesah

I.               This may be a shot in the dark, but I wanted to see if you remembered a specific trip, or lack of a trip, to the Wild Animal Park, in the spring of 1999.

II.             I know, I know, it’s a lot to ask…and you can say no, but golly it would be nice to know.

III.           To refresh you memory, in the spring of 1999, Valley Lindo Elementary took their second graders on a trip, a field trip, to the Wild Animal Park. And yes, it was different than the time at the zoo. It was not your own doing, but the bus, your bus, it left without me. Again, I say, it’s not your fault; kids in uniforms do look the same, especially those whom live next to the border.

IV.            Anyway, I must have seen a butterfly or something shiny and wondered after it. I was left alone, but did not feel lonely. Nor did I notice, well notice right away…

V.              I think of this often, mainly because this would be the first of many times I was left and got lost. 

But Not Limited by Vivian

Bring forth the table!

A table with the thoughts of others.


Thirty plus years the table has seen.

From the beginning, to the present,

yesterday, today, and tomorrow.


Family and friends have come,

some to return and others nevermore.


From the smell of bacon,

to the trimmings of Holidays,

Oh what glorious memories!


Some never forgotten,

others we hope shall never appear.


The tears that approached this table,

the stories it could tell.


The table of disgust.

The table of wisdom.

Stray Cat by Gwendolyn

When you found me, I was so torn and battered.

You looked in my eyes and saw my soul.

All I wanted to be . . . was held, touched, clean.

My wounds from my past healed.


You took me in and you cared for me . . . you loved me.

You didn’t just tell me you loved me. You showed me.

Love by the things you did and said to me.

You loved me until I was able to love.

Sweet & Busted by J.B.

I’ve bruised my brain like you could a blueberry

with all the dope.


Cracked my psyche like cherries cracked

when dropped.


Mangled and shredded my body like that mango

on Gallahger’s stage.


Lacerated my nose to spite my face like a lemon

ready for a cocktail.


Torn myself apart at the seams like a tangerine

to share with all.


Cut my heart in two like a cantaloupe

too many times to count.


In the end and after it all, I do make one

crazy fruit salad.

Today by Jesus R.

Have you ever had one of those days

That nothing seemed to go right

It seemed the whole world was against you

But you kept smiling with all your might


Well, mine started with a soggy biscuit

Some burnt sausage, and a milk that was warm

Do I throw it away or eat it

Hmmm . . . the choices had me torn


So now I’m laying there tossing and turning

Cause I am unable to get back to sleep

I turn on my side and open my eyes

Only to see my celly’s crusty ass feet


So now as daybreak seeps through my window

I surrender hope of any more dreams

So I make myself a cup of coffee

Only to realize that I’m fresh out of cream


Then I decide to head to the shower

With my hygiene and clean clothes in tow

But I had to cut my shower short

Cause Fuck ­– I dropped the soap


As I dry off and get dressed

And as I’m heading back to my cell

A single thought crosses my mind ­–

Why I hate being in jail


Lunch time rolls around

I grab a tray and find my seat

Only to discover that

It’s missing the sandwich meat


So I head outside for some fresh air

Since it seems that I can’t win for losing

I bake in the sun and have a few laughs

Cause watching MHMR play ball is amusing


As dinner time summons us inside

It puts an end to the MHMR games

As high fives go all around

I wonder if they know they’re insane


As the officer has us rack up

Before he has us fall out in line

I can’t help but wonder

What’s wrong with my tray this time


Everything seemed fine

So I decided to head to my seat

Only to discover that this time

There’s someone’s hair in my meat


As the day comes to an end

I go lay on my bunk

Suddenly there’s a knock on my door

A Thunk . . . Thunk . . . Thunk


I get up to se who it is

Thinking Can this day get any worse?

When I realize that it’s only Lil Red

with his weird ass little purse


He says “I know you’re not having a good day

So please don’t yell at me

But the officer keeps calling your name

I think you should go see”


So I make my way across the dayroom

Thinking of what he has to say

The officer looks at me and smiles

And says “This letter came for you today”


My gloomy day turned sunny

Cause sunshine always prevails

Thanks to you my sweetheart

My name was called for mail


So I raise my coffee cup in a toast

May our friendship never run afoul

I treasure every letter I get from you

Cause you’re more than just a Pen Pal

Flickering by Beth P.

The soothsayer saw it

Or at least she said she did

The three dollar carnival prophet

saw the flickering

of the light.


Don’t let your fire burn out

she told me earnestly

Guard your flame

Let it glow across miles

in the night.


It is the fire of Hell

And I told her so

This burning in me

it is pain

it is rage


The brighter it burns

The more lucid my cries

Light is unfriendly

Truth is not freedom

Truth is a cage


Burn the truth with your fire

The fortune teller said

And that was all

My three dollars were up

and the light burns on.