Category Archives: Featured Art

Scars & Empty Vases by Kevin Heaton

Van Gogh’s mad ear enflamed a field of purple irises—marring the face of a sleeping homeless man. Artists render people like pastels & watercolors. The wounded gather shopping carts & talk about Jesus, their smiles resemble burn scars. They tape

Scars & Empty Vases by Kevin Heaton

Van Gogh’s mad ear enflamed a field of purple irises—marring the face of a sleeping homeless man. Artists render people like pastels & watercolors. The wounded gather shopping carts & talk about Jesus, their smiles resemble burn scars. They tape

I Naked by Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh

I stand naked on the corner of 4th and Main Street not believing or liking what I see. The bile rises. A cop approaches me. I am afraid to go to jail. The adrenaline dilates my eyes. I bark I

I Naked by Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh

I stand naked on the corner of 4th and Main Street not believing or liking what I see. The bile rises. A cop approaches me. I am afraid to go to jail. The adrenaline dilates my eyes. I bark I

Schizophrenia Night by Michael Lee Johnson

(Devoted to John Nash, A Beautiful Mind Movie, 2001) I am a chalkboard computer brain. I have updated drawn raw images even the classroom students cannot see, hear, nor understand. They sit quietly in Disneyland wondering about my eccentricities I

Schizophrenia Night by Michael Lee Johnson

(Devoted to John Nash, A Beautiful Mind Movie, 2001) I am a chalkboard computer brain. I have updated drawn raw images even the classroom students cannot see, hear, nor understand. They sit quietly in Disneyland wondering about my eccentricities I

The Greatest Gift – A Meditation by WiL

When the cold of depression surrounds my heart with ice, and I shiver under the blankets in my lonely bed, it feels as though I will suffer alone forever with the silent screams of the voices in my unquiet mind.

The Greatest Gift – A Meditation by WiL

When the cold of depression surrounds my heart with ice, and I shiver under the blankets in my lonely bed, it feels as though I will suffer alone forever with the silent screams of the voices in my unquiet mind.