don’t look in the mirror it’s glare will blind the image you see isn’t all you are how could it possibly be? instead look at …
Grandma by Amanda Talbot
The first rain of March dripped down the grey city like sticky tangerine juice. This is a sign— she should be getting better. But instead, …
Sixteen by Caroline Lincoln Catlin
you told me about yellow teeth and a thin reaching fur that grew over skin then glued me to a plastic chair and made me …
Where Did We Lose It by Dani Leshgold
where did we lose it i think somewhere along the way we lost the smiles and the kind words that radiated off our tongues i …
Untitled by Dani Steinberg
When you need me You can’t find me When you find me You don’t need me What am I? Dani …
Day 323
.snow by TakeMyWorldApart This poem by Jason Williams seems to perfectly state the loveliness of the first snowfall: Everything gets covered, As the powder falls …
Je suis libre de mon corps #2 by Meghana Mysore
when she was a child, she used to draw pictures of bodyless women, stacked on the page like books stacked on a shelf. neat and …
The Red Hands by Haley Jones
She fought for breath from the red hands. Their grip bound to her neck Her chest anchored Her heart flooded with fear Her breathing deeper …
December by Anja Vlahović
He has summer in his eyes But December in his veins When he looks at me, Summer hits me like a truck Cold drinks, long …