Author: Inklings Literary Magazine

Good fences make good neighbors,changing rangers into strangerstaking land for freedom's sakeforsaken dreams we all partaketo buy back the hope that was stolen by greed;the needy are needed by American dreamersbut cast aside as weary lemursjumping from branch to branchto escape the cougars that scour the land belowfor any creature that searches for homein the [...]

When my dog digs without ceasing,I wonder what she knows that I don’t;what she sees that I don’t.I muddy my feet to match her paws. She shows me how birds twist their necksto see past cherry stemsand that lovers live in all forms.I watch for when tangerinesdrip from the sunsetand open my drooling mouth in [...]

my coral shoes were a beacon on the faded tennis court / four years, it was a right of passage to hand the scuff marks down / but I didn’t want to let go of my racket / the crowd cleared like it was a normal Tuesday evening / cries bubbled in the back of [...]

In cyberspace I wonder if 404 Error messagescould be cut open and burst into a river of comets.The cursor acting as the cherryon top of my 10th birthday cake.I open as many tabs as I canand breathe through each of them.What lies beyond, glassed over,smacking my winter-bitten nosewhen I try to press my being against [...]

My head is full of Color, It's not just black and white, It's having steadfast sight , To let  the fearless heart take flight,  When hatred is made to seem right. My head is full of color, Some people say I'm bat blind,  Well hatred I can't be defined As strong when love is assigned, [...]

I will never forget the day I met Beatrice “MaBea” Mitchell. It was ten years ago that I walked with Ken into his mother’s house for the first time. We had been dating for over a year. I was only in my early twenties but I had never seen so many ebony skinned people in [...]

I’ll be the first to admit that most of the time when I’m late, it’s my own fault.  I have a bad habit of not getting out of the house till three to five minutes after I probably should have left.  I usually can still make it to places either barely on time or not [...]

In every heart there is a room, A sanctuary safe and strong, To heal the wounds from lovers past, Until a new one comes along. When we first met, I saw your eyes, And felt a stirring from inside, And though I tried to stop my heart, To you it flew, to my surprise. I’ve [...]

I sleep and dream of towers in the sand Whose wondrous figures stand gleaming in the sun For all to marvel. I dream of men who stand And build there glories with eyes stretched to heaven, And hearts turned ever upwards towards new heights. Then many more I see, alike in kinds, Beholding gloriously the [...]

I tumble through this doorway in my hand Into the tangled webbing of a Mind, Into a new and devastating land Where eyes that once could see are nearly blind. I long for quiet boredom and the bland. I long for hide and seek until I find. Oh may I have the power to cut [...]