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 …
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, …
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 …
Victor Whiskey by Emily Ward
His mother laughed during labor, breathless, hair plastered to her slick forehead, and blessed his father for the cowl. He grew up in hand-me-down boots. …
Colors I’ll Paint You By by Cie Miraflor
Look at me, sweetie. With all my purple bruises kissed wildly by circumstance and time peppered across the evening palette of my skin– the grey cloud …