by Grace Gilbert i. the mind is a room, &&&&&a child against the window listening for snow ii. drowned boy, still missing: &&&&&smooth stone in god’s deep pocket this wet, joyless thing iii. a sunken […]
Tag: depression
I’d Forgive You If I Could Do It Without Hurting Myself
by Lucy Bishop Each time I try to speak, the urge to shout about the past rumbles in the back of my throat, growling Pacing like a tiger in a shrinking cage Trying to compensate, […]
Rage
by Kate St. Germain I took any advice I could get for six months after Lila died. I meditated, I socialized. I focused on the present; I planned for the future. I was counseled, I […]
Shadow as Time Swallower
by Sarah Marquez I wonder when it will be my turn to introduce my shadow to the family, my mama in her ideal world– of good men versus bad men, us versus them. Or when […]
A Visionaries Dilemma
by Sam Rebrovich The time threads knot Inside my calcium chamber Wild reds, and calm purples, plum blues, and sightful greens Make a mud mess slushy Nothing moves outside like sleep paralysis Yet I’m not […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Poem by Simon Perchik
To remind you how long before white becomes invisible –you fold this dish cloth over and over as if each splash is wiped with a cry making room the way an old love song turns […]
