by Nisarga Sinha Ours is a Winter love story. My messy bun, your midnight laughter and stars. I have been visiting the stars on my terrace of late. And the Nebula erupting from the dead […]
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.
The Burial by Ally Schwam
While I eat breakfast, a mourning dove
slams into my window,
trades her life for a crack in the glass.
by Fabrice B. Poussin Counting the drops, it is not always clear that a flood may be coming by way of the river. Walking on the tow path, mooing at the bovines, singing the melody […]
one by one, they were all becoming shades… —James Joyce I fled your deaths. They happened anyway. Me, the missing witness. Michael, I will miss you most. The roses you gave me the night you […]
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by Lauren Bender Her sweater takes your hand without bite, her head lifts to watch you dispense your charity. Her eye peels your skin away, and your insides scrunch up and then fold in on […]
by Alexandria Liston A Tabby swaddled in cellophane. Smoldered stiff residue. Thinking if I didn’t eat, I could spend hundreds of dollars on clothes instead. Thinking less body would be good; Thinking less of […]
by John Grey out of happiness, wretchedness, truth and falsity, comes this Nebraska highway, where wheat has devoured grasslands and fence posts lead the way — barely a kink in the surface, a dip in […]
by Kelly Stacy Let us pay the bill on time, let us walk to the grocery store together, let us order more shelves for that space in our living room, between the radiator and the […]