She stored buttons in a drawer of her Singer Sewing Machine— a collection of varied sizes and colors— rose and ivory and pale green or …
Love Is an Illusion by Seanna Pratt
…………………………………someone says this. Love, an all-night spectacle. Whiskey humming in your blood at dawn. The door is unlocked. Morning highlights your backs, pressed together like …
Rose by Ashley Myers
Do you see her? Her beauty radiates off of her It breaks through every window It shines like the brightest star She is vibrant and …
Windowsill by Karen Draper
It’s cloudy here, and I’m not sure I feel real. Coffee never tastes the same twice, and there is always a part of my body …
What I Never Wrote by Kayla Wheeler
was how no one begged Erica and I to make out in her parents’ hot tub while they were on a camping trip in seventh …
My Favorite Photograph of Us by Talicha J.
This is where I like to go before I get to the cracked vase of our life together. The places we once existed but no …
Dropped like Keys by Georgia Ladd
It is a terrible thing to lose the soul; dropped like keys. To be resurrected in the middle of the street, your chest concave, …
The Morning After by Lori Werner
After we slung our rotten insults, after we slammed every door, after we clawed the headboard paint instead of saying, sorry, after I dropped the tea …
Sunlight by Shelbie Warner
Solitude is my closest friend. Being alone is one of my favorite things to do. You become comfortable with the company of yourself, and …