Author Marina Lindland

Miles down a gravel path I'm quietly counting the seconds Lounging one arm on the steering wheel Aiming for home, yet Nothing seems tangible On the...

I knew the man who stabbed me I’ve only met him a few times He’d come in to give my boss, his wife, lunch Or the keys to the car That she drove to work His daughter and son worked there...

It’s trying. The color changes every time I look at it. Jet black, and tinged red. I don’t think it’s a black widow. It bit me three times before I found it Dangling off the sleeve of...

If she believed in magic, she knew she’d be alright. She could smile in the face of swirling shadows that barred their sharp, rotting teeth. She could open her lips and murmur...

They shoot the skinny girl first. She dips her head back, letting her golden hair ripple down her shoulders. A hand reaches above her head, delicate fingers pointing to the sun. Click. She brings her other...

Day turns into lonesome night. While I am immersed in dark, The dying stars pour out their last light.   The stars and moon guide my way As my feet scream for relief, But I know I cannot...

  “The best four years of your life.”   That’s what everyone tells you. You have to sink every fiber of your being into every single activity you do And you have to do it...

Fingers wrapped around A frail pole Lathered from end to end In grease It urges me to fall Yet my hands struggle To maintain their tenuous hold If I am to hold on any longer I feel as though...

In times of war, you will always find peace May it be blazing guns or endless hunger Light will eclipse the dark In a world where men destroy and women scream When children cannot find a bed to sleep In...

These worn-out boots have walked a million miles. Treads, once crisp and clear, have been eroded smoothed down to nearly nothing. The leather that once glinted in the sun Is dull nicked and scratched,...