HER BY ALEX ROMANO
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...
MARLBORO REDS BY KATHERINE DUVAL
I had just filled my head with cement, grey and cracked already under the pressure of, “Please, please, my parents are asleep— Don’t make...
ZENITHS BY JON HOEL
“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 of...
SNOW BY KAI HOLL
“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...
LOOK BY REAGAN SMITH
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...
The Heart by Rebecca Mendel
I. The Madness I’m not strumming along for your sympathy. Cow bells rattle in my ears. Please, do not listen to them. I should have known...
