Natalie reminds me of a song that should have been longer, that’s how good it is. The reader is immediately sucked into Keana’s heavy imagery and meticulous style of words as she expresses her love […]
Tag: heartbreak
Cold Room
by Jide Badmus It’s a rainy morning. The earth breathes cold on its citizens. I reach for a blanket of flesh that is unavailable. The room is filled with pieces of you— strands of hair, […]
Whiskey Jail
by Joseph Rogers Through these wooden bars I see a scene enacted without me: joy painted across your face; an understudy in my rightful place. This vinyl booth becomes my jail, a prison of whiskey […]
Three Poems by Rae Rozman
Dualities I slept with your glove (maroon, leather) woven between my fingers. It smelled like you. I awoke with your glove (leather, maroon) pressed against my naked chest. It smelled like me. How quickly you […]
Two Native Tongues
by Taleen Mardirossian My tongue belongs to two lovers. I spend my days with one, my nights with the other. One is older, much older, much wiser. He’s had fewer lovers, so I am careful not […]
Sunset
by Sarah Mackey Kirby You caught me in the trawler of your sapphire stare. Kissed scars on battered heart that struggles more and more to beat. And blood to bleed. Where broken nights await you. […]
My Love is on Paper Only
by Lucy Zhang My first love taught me how to fold a pinwheel. You need a square sheet of paper, he told me. But I had no square paper on hand, so we snuck a […]
Joyce
by Ed Ahern When I was fourteen there was a girl I thought was cute but never had the nerve to chase. We spent four years near but never close and thirty years in mutual […]
Objects in the Overhead Bin May Shift During Travel
Objects in the Overhead Bin May Shift During Travel by Alexandra Morean
Alexandra Morean is currently getting her BA in writing, editing, and publishing as well as music production. She was born in Venezuela and grew up in Miami, Florida, soaking in all kinds of culture and inspiration. Alexandra hopes to connect with her readers on a spiritual level and provide comfort and aid to those who relate with her work.
Honeymoon on the Volga
by William Doreski This is our third honeymoon and the first on which you’ve spoken to me, to anyone. The Volga flows under our little room. The innkeeper wields no recognizable language. Your native Russian […]
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