Mary Margaret Park

Along the forest floor where my feet have yet to tread the spider webs are waiting adorned in prisms thread Remnants of seasons past trace the tree-lined path holding sodden secrets underneath the dewy show Proud against the ancient loam a tender leaf pokes through soon to dust the forest floor with all that’s green [...]

time It passed in a rage and we plunged into This alien world burning copper pots shaped like tear drops lay submerged in earthen ponds and water quenched the thirst of fools our fires forever faltering water as far as the eye could see and more of it we were insignificant cloaked in the dark [...]

Anna stepped back from the mirror. Slender and well kept, she looked pretty good for a woman pushing forty. She thought so anyway. Her husband Frank didn’t seem to notice one way or the other, even though she’d tried to get him to—oh yes—she had. Several years ago, she’d gotten down to an anorexic size [...]

our leaders have staked the nation on a horse called corporate greed do they believe the rights of people less than vital, obsolete? the politicians count their gold withhold the truth, so we can’t see has corruption killed our honor robbed the masses, stolen dreams? will the truth enrage a nation? bereft of freedoms will [...]

I. Len Oei awakened. His dreams blanketed him in desperation. Everything was still. An alarm clock sounded. “It’s time to get up and head out for another long hard working day,” the morning radio host said. Like a bird perched on a limb, Len sat up, swinging his feet onto the cool wooden floor. He [...]

A series of fog draped garages and sheds lined the perimeter. John involuntarily slowed at each gap between them; his heart beating viciously. He heard the loud bang of tin garbage cans being knocked over followed by the sound of feet skittering. He quickened his pace and arrived at the end of the alley. The [...]

There’s a disease that’s taken root in this country, and it’s being heralded as something good; its not the black plague, but I think it’s just as dangerous. I’m talking about the notion that people shouldn’t say anything offensive, the relentless dogma of being ‘politically correct’. I think the original intent was noble, but this [...]

red a strange avenue into imagination not seen or heard impaled by the velvet angst of this uncertain virtue tomorrow’s vision the simplicity of skin on skin atonal oblivion in the silk of your lips red a strange avenue into imagination a simple view a still life in profile on the other side of sunset [...]

I lay awake wrapped in the rain’s gentle arms a whispered cadence from yesteryear this moment twined eternally in childhood as water droplets tap dance outside the window ambassadors of peace beckoning towards yon horizon where simplicities promise awaits – – – – – – – – – - Make a $5 Contribution?

“The world is animated with all the wrong techniques sometimes, and it stands to reason that no one is to blame but ourselves, for standing back and allowing everyone to become so out of control. They jacked up what authors have to say by citing for all wide minded individuals to stick to what they [...]