i. We go out to dinner and we don’t look at each other. We spend the whole night scratching through napkins, staining our hands dirty …
your ghosts are not your own (may 2013) by Rona Wang
……….It starts when, in the shudder of spring warmth, ghosts shatter in skyscraper shadows. ………..You spend afternoons drifting in the streets, trying to find the …
After–Alibi by Isabella Lewis
Another lover collides with you. Iridescent, hollow eyes swallow, swimming, Slipping under the surface of a sleepless scene, A haunting dream, leaking into reality. Life …
The White Place by Chance Walsh
These walls are unbroken Inside them I’m breaking bending bleeding Pleading for freedom far from this prison I’ve built. Lyrical liar don’t listen to your …
The Knot by Dana Li
Is this folly? To bind ourselves, flesh to flesh, in blood and brokenness and whisper, in defiance, against the dark: ‘til death. To mock futility, souls …
Modern Lit by Sade Andria Zabala
I am not a magazine people mindlessly flip through when they’re bored. I am literature. I am art. I am stories with a spine. I …
The Language of You by Martina Dominique Dansereau
I lose my way in the translation of these emotions into poetry. I don’t think there is a word for this kind of love, how …
Bully by Caroline Lincoln Catlin
your father was an important man. always out on business. big suits. black briefcase. first class. he sent you to boarding school with the rest …