by Kristen Hewitt Standing in the shadows, staring at the wall… looking in the mirror, walking down the hall… gazing down the courtyard, dreaming of what used to be… something cold and evil, haunts this place with me… Running through the darkness. Escaping the unknown… Falling over branches, Tripping over…
by Thomas Gonzalez On good days We trivialize the importance Of the mundane Life Becomes nothing more Than a series of interconnected tales Lacking plot Our wants dictated by celebrities Our self-worth judged By the value others place on us Suffering is but A matter of fact Se la vie…
by Thomas Gonzalez Riding the L/ One early morning/ Mouth mute/ Tense body speaking volumes/ Real world sounds being drowned out by screeching consciousness/ Encased in a box/ And then a voice/ All night long/ It’s going to take all night long/ Sang a somber young man/ Sitting across from…
by Courtney Edwards I am still idling in an azure sea and waiting for wind which moves me to adventure, the kind that Hydra deserves. I resent shadows of soaring seagulls encroaching on my cabin windows, mocking my failing wings. I mourn the mast, my eager sentinel who waves a…
by Megan Parker I brought Medusa to the Opera so we could fool around. I seduced her with promises of macabre song, a scale hissing from the staged chorus in masks that look of flayed clowns flogged by C minor. Is it creepy that I brought Medusa to the Opera…
by Kayla Miller “Don’t remember me,” I said to each of them, “I surely won’t remember you.” But I lied. My life as a tumbleweed left no space, even in a deserted place, for people like them. They flowed together like waterfalls but their vessels never strayed from a permanent…
by Megan Parker In the dark, we are fathomless. Entire galaxies form beneath our tongues, and we explore our cosmic spaces as if for the first time. My curves form constellations for your elegant hemispheres, and in the big dip of our bed, we blend seamless. Your heat strikes the…
by Kayla M. Miller Although wicked is, may never wicked stay. Although the damp dark steals away light’s gradient— Like a protruding sack of liquid birth— It tears through onward to the North glamoured night. Prophets rain down and swoon over life. Mist eyes and detach ears, For those that know…
by LuCretia Crump My oh My I cannot deny Just how much I love me Some sweet potato pie Not once Not twice But throughout the entire year Sweet potato pie brings me good cheer It’s so delicious to every bite When everyone is asleep I awake to steal more…
by Brianna Capen-Parizo I’ll give you one day, To learn about me, Softness of touch, Breathe without breath. I’ll give you an outline, Of everything found. Freckle upon freckle, Search up and down. I’ll give you that piece, The one never found. Carved out and tattered, Beyond and bound. I’ll…