The hands They roam freely Going wherever they see fit– For or against Whatever struggle may try and stop them. . The words They flow …
you ask by Rachana Hegde
i. you ask for more – for: pieces of my soul memories, thoughts, words tears and hurt years worth of pain and anger that cuts; demons …
Confessions by Indya Shaw
If asked to describe your flaws, I would say that you never think of the power behind your words. You think that telling me you’re …
Barrier Gods by Chloe Barreau
The idea of writing a poem on the inside of an envelope — instead of a notebook — seems romantic after binging on fiction and …
Eighteen by Phoebe Lyons
eighteen shades I am eighteen shades of blue eighteen shades and my kneecaps they’re throbbing my wrists my veins my eighteen shades eighteen I am …
there must be somewhere better (november 2011) by Rona Wang
November means sputtering rain that has no energy left for desperation, myths woven into cartilage sidewalks like hemp. A rush of street veins, the trains …
A Taste for Blood by Seanna Pratt
It was another summer where I was waiting to find him, the sparkling apparition. All wide eyed, shoulders like concrete. They said I was wrong …
Envision a Spherical ‘Perfect’ by Aleph Altman-Mills
If you want to think of “perfect,” think of a house where no one lives and nothing creaks. …
I am ruined as I ruin by Madeleine Christie
I wish I could spit fire without burning my tongue. I’d destroy whole cities with a single word. Madeleine Christie …