I nitpick words I weigh each syllable Before I speak Love I know people who don’t dare say the word out loud I’m one of …
With Love by Zohra Hussain
I know you still dream of space, as if there’s more hope where the stars are and no distance between us. I’m sorry I had …
Touching Butterflies by Ronda Redmond
1 The first butterfly I saw this close was dead too. Or nearly. It was in a shiny black jewelry box my mother emptied into …
Ghosts by Briar Chisholm
I knew you through crumpled bed sheets With tired eyes and morning views Crawling under blankets and intense teenage blues It was fast and rough …
Fifteen by Emmy Song
so this is how life passes at fifteen: we wake up to the violent moon, breaking window panes and shredding plastic blinds. our bodies are …
The Beetle by Soham Bagchi
The ugly scarab beetle walked the sand; Step after step did he drudge through the heat. The sun and moon waned; a long time had …
Cherry Blossom Trees by Amelia Powell
Our arms Full of gentle pinks, whites, and purples. Our feet stretching far, Far beneath the soil in which others stand. We stand, Still, Among …
Elegy in Red Silk by Halle Jean
They carry your scent like they were made to never forget you. I miss the way they slipped against my legs, as I intertwined them …
While Driving to the Open Mic by Alyssa May Trifone
I consider turning down every street except the one the open mic is actually on. The most inviting streets are cul de sacs (easy to …