A Poem & A Picture (Skeletal Beliefs)

Hard to believe this young poet is barely eighteen years old.

Skeletal Beliefs

by Miranda Krase

SILHOUTTE (1024x642)

This skeletal figure dances in the dark shadows of the night.

Trapped. Waiting for her partner,

She dances in hopes of his return,

Content to be waiting forevermore.

…And waiting she shall remain.


A faithful wife to a dead life,

A future now no more.

I don’t have the heart,

To look upon her brokenness,

Her empty face, same as mine.


An ever flowing river,

Comes from our skeleton eyes.

If only I could tell her the truth,

It won’t save her…

But could it save me?

A Poem & A Picture (The Fountain of Youth)

The Fountain of Youth

Photo and poem by Janna Hill

Moonlight on Water

The fountain of youth is a murky pond

Fed by deep springs of optimism

Where no one dares to swim

Doubting toes splash at the shoreline

Mouths turned down like fingernail moons

A nervous frog leaps, we run

Still, the ripple marks the flesh