by Abigail Robinson Amidst their thunderous voices, she is silent, burning with the need to speak. Amidst their thunderous voices, She is seething, shaking with potent thoughts she whispers. Amidst their thunderous voices, She is waiting, in honeyed patient words she sings. Amidst their thunderous voices, She is shaking, clinging…
by Yvonne Higgins Leach Be ready—the inevitable will come. In bewilderment when what you longed for didn’t come to be—a season ended too soon. In the dazed drama of hope’s departure— as she shrugs her anemic shoulders at you. In the capsized moment when your mind cannot bear the pain—and…
by Lisa Harris An undercurrent, cross current, the tide, What water is, what water does, what water knows. It is in the nature of water to flow, to cleanse, To wash away – water is, water does, water knows. I knew water this way: as a creek, a brook, the…
by John Urban Apartment blocks South of campus In the distance, clouds Catch on Mt. Hamilton Yellow lamplight Early evening blue
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…
by Matt Stefon for Minori and for I-495, which always gets us home If you lay your heart bare earlier than the trees in mid-October, you should prepare for cold. They’re still wearing orange, red, and yellow school sweatshirts over their trunks for some time after graduation, and will do…
by Libby O’Connor Dear Mr. Frost, I do not think this path is wide enough for the two of us. There is a road you’ve traveled, that I’d like to tread; But, Mr. Poe, my rapid heartbeat is driving me mad with its unrelenting T H U M P I…
by Isabel Brome Gaddis I haven’t lived in this little room for long but it’s already filled with my stuff the way an hourglass fills with sand. I wonder which things will still be with me when I die, and who will be left to decide what is a keepsake…
by Mitch Green Single, unattended – a body performs play. Inanimate, transient – lukewarm energy. Created, she’s careless – a vicarious peripheral. Tasteless, invasive – illusive principal. Serial, worshipped – doomsday Dillinger. Atmospheric, apparition – amble listener. Arsonist, artist – provocative division. Dainty, dependent – terrestrial human. Soiled, disheveled –…
by Libby O’Connor I raised my sword -a simple quill!- and poked each finger until the ink did spill upon the page, I swirled the ink and bent them to my will, and from the words upon the page, my inky callus did swell.