"Emerging Writers, Serious Writers"
since 2009
In the four walls closed,
She's weaving her dreams,
So fragile, she seems,
Still hoping for good.
In her lonesome room,
She is shedding tears,
Does anyone care?
Still caring for all.
The streetlight shares
Its golden snow on
A cool January Night.
The black sky of suburbia
Is its subject as
The flakes are delivered
By concealed storks in flight
Away in the house nearby
I watch,
Endlessly…
Likes the harshness of sunlight. Walk through the sun. You have to go to work by bus. Different passengers are getting off at different stops. Two sidewalk shops are opening and closing in the…
What drew you to the subject matter? What is it about elephants?
An Interview with Michael Miller, winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest, January-March, 2011
by John Winn
Staff Writer
Hennen's Observer
Known as michaelmiller.ic to contributors and visitors to the website hennensobserver.com, Michael Miller Jr. is as mysterious as the allegories he employs. With little more to go on that an arm tattoo…
An interview with H.E. Mantel, winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest (for the period October—December, 2010) conducted February 28, 2011.
by John Winn
Staff Writer
Hennen's Observer
Harold E. Mantel has been a mainstay in the literary community ever since he burst on the scene almost a decade ago. Since then many of his poems and prose,…
by John Winn
Staff Writer
Hennen's Observer
Corruption. Crime. Office politics. Christina Hazelwood has seen it all. The freelance journalist, entrepreneur, and indie filmmaker has had a front row seat watching some of the grittiest and dirtiest moments in our nation's history.
Again the dusk has filled this town with fog a sight I've grown accustomed to; odd shapes and silhouettes become dancers and these cracked calloused streets have become their stage. As they dance a bullfrog belches in the background a light wind rustles…
She opens her eyes like the sunrise
her smile shines brighter than the sun
jugs are soft, warm made of the clouds themselves
her embrace is as if flying through the open skies
her gaze as innocent and joyful as the heavens
her giggles are purer than the most melodious bird
the touch of coolest breeze to give you the chills
the most precious gem of any diamonds and gold
her beauty surpasses that of any scene of nature
love that expands further than the farthest horizon
the greatest wave created when batting an eye
gorgeous as the sunset when she whines down
her eyes twinkle as the brightest star
calm as the night ocean under a bright moon
she sleeps with wondrous dreams of the heavens
by Israel Morales
