Your hand claws through my blanket-soft curls like a guitarist strums their fingers on strings. Pastel-petal cheeks burn the ligatures of quarter notes. Voices and …
Nine Verses of a Batter’s Home Run by Cindy Song
i. Sunlight reflecting off the shattered glass on the boy’s blue duvet blindingly attacks pale walls where laughter once resonated between. ii. A broken trophy case tasting …
Untitled by Zohra Hussain
In the midst of long distance and confessionals with the moon, (to my heart) a star asks: “when did you stop believing in yourself?” …
Y’all by Jasmina Kuenzli
Sleepless nights, and stoplights, and sunburned exhaustion. You make me want to wake up, even when I’m so tired I can’t see straight. My heart …
Tucked Away by Alayna Efland
fairy lights and books surround me a comforting darkness a sanctuary for my thoughts, awful singing and sketches clothes on the floor music in the …
Clementine by Naima Hirsch
I have started to write this poem too many times. I have never finished it. I peel a clementine, pull it into segments, savor its …
I Would Love by Allison C.E. Winik
I would love to speak, ………….For the ones with no voice. I would love to fly, ………….Dance ballet through the open air, And I would …
time. by Z’monii G. Davis
It didn’t stop the cold aching, slithering, curling its way around my arms, squeezing to expose a vain, to show that I was still living. …
Having Been Where You Are by Jacqueline Jules
Right now, I know, having been where you are, grief is your largest organ. Every centimeter from your scalp to your toes feels scalded, disfigured …