Sylvia&James Carnival

Carnival by Kristen Brown Beautiful chaos filled the land once upon a time when logic lapsed and reason waned life became a carnival ride All you know when all you dream turns upon dyne the realization of what’s meant to happen makes you feel the most alive Clouds depart and such sweet sorrow spirits uplifted…

Gladys+Alvan (windmill)

windmill by Dennis Lambert Even the whisper of a wind Will woo these wind-catchers To creak and groan, round and round, Moaning above tulips, red and yellow. And when one great dipping arm catches me I soar screaming into baby-blue sky, With wide and wild eyes Stirring color to a blur. “Hang on, hang on,…

Gladys+Alvan (toys)

Toys by Melissa Mawadzi Toys toys toys! Girls and boys want to play Everyone loves Toys toys toys! Girls love babbies Boys love hotwheels Babies love dummies and their little bears Toys toys toys! how can I play without you Toys toy toys!

Mel+Lucas (Beach Chairs)

beach chairs by joyce ebrecht Sitting on the beach chairs watching the setting sun holding hands and reminiscing how it all begun Sitting on the beach chairs watching the ships out on the sea holding hands and smiling together we’re meant to be Sitting on the beach chairs watching people walking past holding hands and…

Mel+Lucas (Playing)

Children Playing by David Taylor Where’s the heap in one grain of sand And the sound in a clap of a hand Or the beat of one bang of a drum Or the word in a sigh or a hum Did you ever find the face of the sun Or did your patience ever quit…

Mel+Lucas (Bicycle)

my first ride on a bicycle by Rangarajan Kazhiyur Mannar My first ride on a bicycle Feeling emancipated & ecstatic As if flying to the pinnacle The mood was indeed electric Pedalling the lean steel wheels Adorned by festoons on the handle Cruising through the coastal winds An experience words fail to tell From Mylapore…

hazel+ben (playground)

playground by khari lain As I look to my left, and to my right I see children jumping up and down Running towards the playground I smile as I see them glide Towards the broken slide And as they cling To the rusted swing And I think, that for a child It doesn’t have to…

Hazel+Ben (paper plane)

paper plane by Evil Angel were sitting outside watching the sky a paper plane fly by its times like this that gets me by the everyday struggle in this modern times memories like these are like paint that never dry the paper plane still fly it flyes with the wind untill the sun burns it…

Alex+Eve (fishing)

gone fishing by Lynn B. Glover I know of nothing that can happen badly, When a man goes fishing with a wee laddie. The poles they carry along with the bait, Says, ‘Gone fishing early and staying late’. When a man goes fishing with a small boy, The lad is as happy as playing with…