back to back / we change and strip / shirts yanked off / pants unzipped / you kiss me / you touch me / you …
Dwindling Scenes by Dana Li
Where does history go—yours and mine? Those days when we tangled limbs and lives. No one told me, love is a bleeding dream: as we …
Untitled by Hannah Benda
She closes her eyes for the last time. At first, it’s a relief. She’s tired, and she likes the feel of the rain on her …
The Muse No.1 by Cie Miraflor
I’ve had enough of you writers– you poets who try to capture me with beautiful words that hang loosely around my neck like a string …
One Single Baseball by Rachael Costello
“You know,” Clayton said to me, “it doesn’t always have to depend on pride and/or falling head over heels for him. There is a grey …
Collections by Leah
You once found my stash of broken things — kept in a wooden box that was once owned by my mother. It was once a …
Untitled by Shahlaa Yasmin
Alanna Cross was twelve. When twelve was the age of long division She hurt her wrist through incision When twelve was the age of pushing …
February Writing Challenge
Welcome, Germies, to this month’s writing challenge! This challenge will begin today and will end February 29th. However, you are welcome to come back anytime to …
Demeter by Emily Ward
Δημήτηρ She was born between the roots of an oak tree, cheeks sticky with April mud, elderberry juice glowing in her hair, and squirrel fur …