by Jordan Williams & Sunday morning, quiet as toast. November air thrusts into my lungs like a dictator and I understand why the trees make ritualistic sacrifices of their beautiful children. Last night’s slumber haunts […]
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Category: poetry
Raspberries
by Jordan Williams To grow down first, then up in a fruit filled half acre means a bittersweet bloodline pucker-tart memories that sour pop in rear mouth as though unripened grapes small, unimpressive green globes […]
Hamartia
by Jordan Williams I didn’t mean to, but I wrote this for you — what started as a reflection on my town the way people here are white and laced scared of things without functionality […]
Three Poems
by Meghan Kilpatrick The Worst Parts of Yourself Find comfort in the unknown Nurture your body Every part of you I hope your confidence radiates I hope you stop criticizing Marathon Emotions Run To the […]
Two Haikus
by Gerard Sarnat & Worn Out Humiliation, heartbreak: life now upside down, they are adornments. [Un]blushingly Best thing ‘bout six grand love, […]
From Being Stalingrad to Nothingness
by Brett Stout After she annexed her existence and the Crimea confessions as oxymoron’s were written in dead languages on blank Post-It Notes left in empty carriages as the broken dams filled with neon ghetto […]
Old Umbrellas for the New Blood Rain
by Brett Stout The metallic neon blood laden American concrete and grass, Ohio is now singed, safety pinned accessories and mementos of future present and past enthusiastic wars, black tie dinners and cheap gas masks […]
From Being Stalingrad to Nothingness
by Brett Stout After she annexed her existence and the Crimea, confessions as oxymoron’s were written in dead languages on blank Post-It Notes left in empty carriages as the broken dams filled with neon ghetto […]
Heart’s Desire
by Lacie Semenovich i. I climbed this mountain to feel the breeze coarse against my skin, the rocks bruise softly my bones, to see the mother sky. ii. Lightning spread over the path. Mudslides passed […]
The Absence of Melancholy
by John Tustin The worst times are the times like now When the days whiz by like the blur of cars Passing by when one is hitchhiking on the Highway With just that little wistful […]
