A Song for the Patron

By: Nicole Wasylak The air was cold and suffocating. It hadn’t rained in days but a looming overcast sky had been hanging heavy for about a week or so. No sign of the sun which fed the flowers, no sign of the rain which quenched their thirst.  The girl kicked at the broken bottles scattered …

Red She Wept, Blue She Heard

By: Nicole Wasylak I loved to set the world on fire and watch it as it burned I loved to see the destruction I could create from sheer force A power that anyone has and I just had too much of it I was a northern wind with kerosene and a match and I set …

The Sparrow

By: Nicole Wasylak A door, a lock, a home for my thoughts The smell of tea tree, lavender, organic life Floors that have watched me weep like the scarce trees in the city  Cold tiles press against my skin Calming and cooling me down after an overwhelming moment Where I’ve freed my mind, bared my …

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By: Nicole Wasylak Might there be a symphony in the tree? A concert in the forest, where a conductor bears more legs than two? I’ve heard it every night A loud musical, echoing beyond the tenebrous trees First, begins the crickets with their tambourines Clashing  Once, twice, three times Swelling with the heartbeat of the …

In The Embers

By: Nicole Wasylak It was now almost midnight and the fire didn’t seem to relent as time progressed. The embers were just as alive, popping and floating into the sky like orange stars, as if they were finding their way back to the universe.  The silence was heavy but comfortably so, like a weighted blanket …

A Home in the Trees

by Nicole Wasylak The first step was neither thrilling nor boring. It was simply what I have always done. We put one foot in front of the other, hoping that those very feet pull us in a better direction. But that’s not what this experience was about. It wasn’t about finding something more, or better, …

A Burnt City of Beauty

By: Nicole Wasylak You’re made of the very energy that sizzles around you  Nothing can compare to the beauty of your soul--- Not the pyramids, not the Stonehenge, not even the city lights  That burn like fireflies in a country field.  You’re beauty burns from within your soul like a wildfire,  bright and unstoppable, fierce …