He jokes that the bed isn’t big enough for all of us anymore. Everyone involved has gotten bigger. There is a softness love brings and …
When the Sunflowers Face the Sun by Olivia Punch
We left the house, barefoot, not worrying about splinters the porch could give. The gravel footpath wrapped around the house and nearly pierced our calloused …
Work in Progress by Noor Dhingra
I am a work in progress. My sentences don’t form in my head, just yet. Instead, they form in mid-air while I’m trying too Hard …
Tear Me Away by Mikaila Cober
Tear me away Way Way Down to the bottom of the sea Way way down Chain me to a rock with titanium I might die …
A poem by someone who always left. by Sania Mushtaq
1) I still have to learn how to love without staining my hands from the blood of the people I loved, scarred from the broken …
Woman by Amy Lauren Jones
Her body lies bare— open; her skin, white-washed in the milk of a thousand lovers; her veins, broken blue threads, skeins of frozen sapphires melting …
Being Slightly in Love with You by Cie Miraflor
It is terrifying this slightness. Being slightly in love with you frightens me terribly. I am not a woman worthy of poetry or songs or Polaroids taken and taped on walls and refrigerator …
Falling by Anoushka Chawla
A hundred feet off the ground, I’m just at the edge of the cliff, All I need is a gentle push, A nudge would do, …
A Simple Servant by Anna Sharudenko
A simple servant in my fist A royal goddess of the words I think, Equally adept at words’ removal and seeking my mind’s approval. Erases …