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 Jul 2013 Nancy
Andy Cave
The sadness slowly tears him apart,
it drives him insane, it shatters his heart.
He just wants so bad to forget his past,
but he cannot forget so forever it lasts.
He wishes so badly that the memories would end,
and that he had chosen much better friends.
Love begins
                                  with one hello
Then it goes
                                          with a sad goodbye
Yet it'll try
                                     with one more hi
      
If it won't work
                                      then smile and go
               _Wait for the right one
                                               and say one more hello.
 Jun 2013 Nancy
Audrey Howitt
she wipes flour from her apron

and her heart breaks a bit more

crumbling

with each new batch of cookies

prepped and baked

(No Valentine's Day cookies this year)

With each loaf wrapped

her tears add salt to dough

the flavor of lost love

she wonders what will become of her

as butter folds itself

into flour

hiding

melting away

until nothing is left to moisten the dough

Icing glides out onto surface

slick and sweet

as she frosts

white hot anger

of betrayal

knives at the ready

she cannot touch

she fears

like little lives

torn out of a comic book

blades infused with grief

she turns back to flour, sugar, butter

and folds them

over and over again.
copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012
 May 2013 Nancy
Braden Campbell
Life
 May 2013 Nancy
Braden Campbell
Life.
It’s hectic. It’s busy.
It’s full of blaring horns and squawking people.

Life.
It’s quiet. It’s serene.
It’s full of rolling meadows and calming waters.

Life.
It’s hateful. It’s frightening.
It’s full of painful sores and dangerous alleys.

Life.
It’s precious. It’s beautiful.
It’s full of laughing children and smiling grandchildren.

Life.
It’s sad. It’s confusing.
It’s full of premature deaths and sobbing loved-ones.

Life.
It’s hopeful. It’s optimistic.
It’s full of outstanding possibilities and wonderful opportunities.

Life.
It’s real.
 May 2013 Nancy
Justin Ball
I’ve once heard musings**
Of recitation reflecting an area
Of negligence that should
Never go forsaken.
Now, it is through my dismay
Which triggers my optimism
To lead me to believe this
Recapitulation has been
Extricated through a
Satirical voice.
However, in the event
That theses musings are
In fact, coming from
A discernible veracity,
Then I have done to you
The gravest disservice I would never
Dream to impart.
Allow this to act as my
Expression of regret
In this particular field
Of verbal lavishing.
Before the moment
You were my salacious secret
And preliminary to my yearning
For parallel mutual devotion
My capabilities of a
Tactile sense of normality
Were fleeting
Forever consigned to oblivion
Until the moment I
Allowed the craving to coalesce
With the collective.
It was then that I realized
The stimulus of my exuberance
Was not a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Rather, one brought on
When we lay entwined
Within one another.
Further musings have been vocalized,
Drawing sight upon the fact
I am twenty-one grams lighter
Than the commune.
Albeit, these musings have
Been satirical in merit,
The inherent truth
Is not controvertible.
Thus was the preceding case
To our amalgamation.
You are the sole vindication
I have a soul.

If there has ever
Been inequity
In my necessity to
Opulent you with
My own verbal musings
I do hope this
Can act as verbatim
If there should be
Any negligence within
This particular field of
Expertise.

— The End —