by Keana Aguila Labra 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 and heartbreak. This is a walk down memory lane you’d want to take while learning to … Continue reading Natalie
by John Grey He was a quiet man, not so much thoughtful, as indifferent to thinking. He pretended to be a father but the motions didn’t suit. And his face was ill-fitted for warmth. On Sundays, instead of church, my father would drive some place on his own. take to the side roads, the dirt … Continue reading The Family Hermit
by Mark Mitchell This bodywas not workshopped. No one soughtbetter ways to build it so functionswould join smoothly and everyonewould be pleased all the time. It will justhave to do its best.&& Mark J. Mitchell Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Starting from Tu … Continue reading Unwell
movement song – ocean rounded by the salty wavescarved by the moon-driven tideground down to tiny pebbles;do they remember largeness? shout song for the sea ride the high cold black wavefly through stinging ice foamabsorb the energy! dark song for death death;simplydecayingno song, no tunedark breath of death bird&& Freya Pickard Freya is a cancer … Continue reading Three Poems by Freya Pickard
by Sarah Prindle The sky is grey and heavy with unshed tears. Stay still as the rain pours down, cool crystal droplets falling to earth upon our heads washing away dirt and sweat, a blessing a baptism a brand-new life. & & Sarah M. Prindle Sarah M. Prindle received an Associate’s Degree in English from … Continue reading Rainfall Baptism
By Imogen. L. Smiley To the girl with the bag of stars,Your music was too loud as you fumbled for your ticket;With hair in your face you laughed in apologyAnd I had never seen something so bright.You danced with opening barriers,Even though you had plenty of spaceYou could demand.To the girl with the bag of … Continue reading To The Girl With The Bag Of Stars
by Zach Beach flamingos balance on bamboo sticks insects carry themselves over tense water flowers unfurl&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&their fragile wings birds commute&&&&&&&&&&thousands of milesfor one tree the earth cleansthe universeof its stardust everything hingeson the &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&edgeof a fragile existence and yours is as precious&&&&&as a bird’s eggas open as the ocean&&&&&as light as the skyas wanting&&&&&as the … Continue reading The Garden
by Zach Beach Occasionally,we hurt. Our boss berates usand we die, a little. We become so smalland want to disappear into nothingness.Such is the ego-trap of thoughts. While the depths of the heart calls to us,the music of the soul whispers to us, the connection of spirit beckons us,and the calm of the sea sings … Continue reading Depths
by Zach Beach Occasionally,when we wakein the stillness of night, in a quietnessthat allowsthe ticking watch on the dresserto make itsvoice heard, our soul dips its toes intothe void.It’s a call we all get at some point,with questions on the other sideof the line, is this,all there is?what if none of it matters?is it true … Continue reading Anicca
by Avery Krause your fingers under chin, &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&tilting up &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&two turns graze steering wheel, my &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&palms stream salt your hands lay loosely in lap, &&&&&&&&&&&&&holding honeyed air &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&black bound bag swings unchanged, my &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&split knuckles drip your dirt dimmed nails overworked, &&&&&&&&&&overwhelmed by shadows &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&nails trail bloody lines on scalp, my &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&anxious finger fiddling … Continue reading Stretch
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