The world is not mine Where men try to control the wasteland The wasteland colored in green and armored by iron The landfill becomes …
Certainty by Desiree C. Sumocol
I need love. The kind of love that’s gentle and calm. A love that whispers in my ears every morning, with a cup of coffee …
Nelson’s Sparrow by Faith Reale
A Nelson’s Sparrow is a bird without a flight or fight instinct. A predator could be a breath away and a Nelson’s Sparrow wouldn’t fly …
Unrequited Reflection by Isabella Lewis
Sometimes, I see shards of you in me, Jutting out from under my reflection, Like shiny fragments of shrapnel residue, Residing, dormant, waiting to emerge …
On Becoming by Carol Brown
Let me tell you a story about birth: A girl came home one day after school and the walls bent around her, wrapped her all …
Zoe by Kayla Cohen
Zoe did not look like water colors or speak like a brush, but she was a painting. I remember her house: Right off of …
World Map by Noor Dhingra
Last night, I ran my Hands over the pages of my Old, musty atlas, over ridges And oceans, and trenches of Deep blue and indigo, …
social by Geena Kloeppel
whale whale whale ;means I miss you means I’m thinking about the last time we stared at each other for eleven long seconds and then …
haunted house by Nicole Deardorff
is this how a haunted house feels? the aching, resignation, anger the constant longing for freedom all the wondering if it will ever end, all …