Look
The trees wave at me When I'm not looking, And the clouds open When I can't see. And the light flickers The less I breathe. I hear the...
snow
“i’ve never seen snow” she tells me i tell her “it’s like dandruff falling from an overused brush, tossed aside” she says “that’s very...
Zeniths
"What do you do with the mad you feel?" Mister Rogers asked I split cinders in fists Grimace at my mental pulchritude I wear the arms...
Marboro Reds
I had just filled my head with cement, grey and cracked already under the pressure of, “Please, please, my parents are asleep— Don’t...
Her
I could write a poem about daffodils. I could. I could write a stupid poem about daffodils. And it would be sad and heart-string-pulling...
Fugue
Doctors said she was the owner of problematic post-synaptic endings, she heard layered noises—birds pecking at tree bark, and picking...
Perennials by Samantha White
I’ve been cracking open my knuckles Under his nose so he can smell my marrow. § I’ve been letting him scrape His fingers across the clay...
Permission by Reagan Smith
I don’t want to forget. I want it to linger. To make a nest in my body And burrow in the depths of my being. Until it nibbles its way to...
When It Hits by Kait Short
A man without a job Parades around with a rusty old car key And judgements far too abrasive to be helpful. His pockets full of scratch...
Thrones of Whiskey and Piss by Jacob Valenti
I. Whiskey Ship There is a frozen piss stain in the snow Beneath his hips and betwixt his haunches. Just a bum, who succumbed to the butt...