On the way home The sky was gold ribbons and pink lemonade And as the sun dragged down it darkened to a soothing purple. My heart hurt, and the breathing trees sighed and fluttered in the whispering wind at the ending day. I wanted to die; But nothing could be done, at least not with … Continue reading The Summer Ends by Evan Goodfellow
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syncopation by Diana DeSimine
wait. now abandon your memories, tasks, and questions. look around you. now holds as much significance. transcend. breathe, and become yourself. do you remember how long each day felt as a young child? you are this child. feel. be a witness to clouds, to wind, to passersby, to life. there is glory in all you … Continue reading syncopation by Diana DeSimine
How to Grow Up by Alexander LePine
Take 1 egg to begin 3 cups of sugar to set you off maybe even 4 (if you're lucky) A dash of bitter herbs as you scrape your knees on the playground for the first time Stir it up with a yardstick And spice with salt and cilantro and habanero to taste Move on with … Continue reading How to Grow Up by Alexander LePine
Lab or Whatever You Call It by Morgan Riccobene
Dissect me. Tear out my insides, call it adapting evolving, part of your biology I squirm, pinned by your processes. Call it science, and I- will call it as it is, Murder me. Keep me captive, I leap free while you all leap to conclusions, like frenzied flies to ponds of sugar water placebo pills. … Continue reading Lab or Whatever You Call It by Morgan Riccobene
Cataclysm by Remy Desai-Patel
From "Drift" by William Preston I remember the day it really started. The city as empty as a stage sprawled before us. One o'clock drifted through, the snow outside stacked on top of cars. I stepped outside and slipped back inside and said, look at this. We stepped outside as a silent symphony of reds … Continue reading Cataclysm by Remy Desai-Patel
With and Without by Larissa Noll
The wanting, the rememberingis bright and buzzing.(You, a lazy smile, coaxing me,a fervent childinto giving more than I couldever hope.)My arms splayed wide,I am spread out and fullreverberating with a gentle hum. Silence envelopes every crevice,crawling into the tiniest pockets.(I am filled with memories, burstingwith pregnant could-havesthat will never come full term.My dreams carry the … Continue reading With and Without by Larissa Noll
If a Writer Falls in Love With You by Eunice Nepomuceno
if one daysomeone falls in love with youlet it not be a writera writer will write epics about trivial things likeshoulders brushingor eye contactpages upon pages of small gestures they overthoughtfor nights on endpencil in handheart in the otherready to devote both to youdo not make a writer fall for youthey will write soliloquies about … Continue reading If a Writer Falls in Love With You by Eunice Nepomuceno
poppy seeds and plastic lungs by Damon Mazer
I wouldn’t be caught dead in the coverswith a pillow that wouldn’t smotherall my fantasies to dustThe boy who drowned in beams of rust sucking birds of certain feathersout from behind both of Heather’s earsThey lived behind her eyeswith names she couldn’t care to memorize This budless tongue I’ve bit beforebled with a certain semaphorepoppy … Continue reading poppy seeds and plastic lungs by Damon Mazer
Dirt Carried in on Small Feet by Matthew Vesely
The soles of my feet carry your dirtthat you dragged into my house,festering little monster, fostering distainstained on the carpet like the foot prints ofsquirrels leaping though my living roomalong the couch with the imprint of yourback-side, shattering the lamp with itsclaws, climbing up the cupboard and hiding inthe darkness out of sight except the … Continue reading Dirt Carried in on Small Feet by Matthew Vesely
Old Habits by Nicole Cier
Four hundred and something days afterand your name digs its way out of my subconscious,up my throat and past gritted teeth andbursts onto the pavement, shattering silence.It feels hazy and half true, talking about a strangerwho knows how my mouth tastes and that I hatethe most particular ordinary things,like the scream of a tea kettle … Continue reading Old Habits by Nicole Cier
