Earthly Descent

A poem by Bethany N. Bella | bare bones Roiling waves of fire and flint churn heavily across the sky. Like pillars of magma, plumes of feisty earth, their migration ceases in sound. And the robins both stop, and the wind hushes too, as we gaze at this teeming mass Of vertigo volcano rumbling by …

TIME

A poem by Bethany N. Bella TIME, I used to run. Run away from TIME, I used to, too. But now I have to sit sticky in TIME Waiting for the right TIME to come knocking. I don't know when, how, or how long it'll take for him to show up. I don't like to …

bare bones

I seem so strong on the outside because I’m so fragile on my insides. That is by design. I fall down a set of stairs, and I’ve fallen into a broken state of mental depression for 5 months of recovery. Crutch me. I bruise as easy as squishing Play-Doh through fingers slippery – I am …

Nature’s Harmony

The sound of sunken footprints echoes in the sand, And the tears of ocean waves, slippery in your hands. The smell of tangy air fills the morning glow. I wonder at its history – a mystery I’ll never know. And now the breeze shimmies my satin-silk dress, While the seagulls squawk at an unseen distress. …