by Adonis Diaz When your doctor tells you “It’s time to get back on an antidepressant” You begin to wonder What you did wrong You begin to ask yourself If you can remember a time Where you felt joy Or simply okay You wonder if there was ever a time that you didn’t hear a hollow symphony Of…
by Lucinda Watson A crime has been discovered on this Saturday morning. My mother’s perfectly blue like a Maine sky stationery from Tiffany’s has been used to line the rat’s cage. It’s pretty clear who did this but we are lined up anyway. In the front hall underneath the curving…
