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I sit upon rocks at the edge of a cliff acquiring new wrinkles as you read.
My sorrow runs the risk of rhyme, the outright gifts of revery.
I know you’re hungry for happiness. I wish I had the cure.
See, I’m counting crows in willow trees and their feet keep walking over me.
About the Author
Frank William Finney is the author of The Folding of the Wings, as well as Songs of Insomnia. His work has been featured in Glacial Hills Review, Livina Press, The Metaworker, Spank the Carp, and elsewhere. Born and raised in Massachusetts, he taught literature at Thammasat University in Thailand from 1995 until 2022.
This inexplicable overlapping enormity, a potent mix of mystery and serenity. Can we prove our mettle in its face? Do we have the courage to dive and embrace?
Akin to it, we run wild, far and wide hiding the flaws with rage, or beaming with pride. Misled to believe we can detangle the enigma within while we don’t even know where to begin.
Unmatched beauty, endless stories untold delirium, agony, narratives so bold washed away like stray shells, or engulfed whole. Who are we kidding, we really have no control.
I gaze at the ocean, soaking in shades of blue. It fathoms my melancholy without needing a clue. I feel one with it, like it knows me by my name. Struggling to tame our insides all the same.
About the Author
Mihika Jindal is a writer of stories, poems, and experiences. Perpetually amused by the complexity of humans and human relations, she ponders about the matters of the heart, longing, and reconciliations. She aggressively rejects hustle culture. You can find her and all her writings on Instagram @mihikajindal.