Poetry

Kerfe Roig 1Friends arrive in random order,not really invited, yet braidingthemselves into your being untilthey become knots that keepthe chaos from fraying your edges—you reflect and are reflected,an embellished outline containinguniverses that the rest of the worldunsees—all that is your othernessbecomes connected as you bearwitness to each other’s lives 2A friend is a river upon Continue reading

Sam Hendrian I’m good at being aloneExcept after 6 PMWhen the sun abandons meAnd the moon hides its picky eyes. Suddenly it seems like a crimeNot to be with someone,Not to be held tightDuring the darkest parts of the night. Too early to escape into dreamsSo I manufacture dreams of my ownWith the aid of Continue reading

Frank Johnson Life’s to be lived so live for todayor carpe diem if your Latin’s OKand don’t lose the will to live or saylife ain’t worth living coz you only live onceand life’s too short, as we’re here todaygone tomorrow and from cradle to graveain’t that long a stay and life is a cabaret,old chum, Continue reading

R.M. Carlson lead in my bellylead in my heartI sitin thoughts of you realizeI’m afraidof reaching outto you afraid your wordswill bring shamelike a cloudsettling over me did you cheer them on?with their flags and guns?did you laughat those forced to hide? or did shame humble youdisgust youbring you back to realityby their sedition? if Continue reading

Nicole Sara Black moments bite, they take their shareand leave a sorrowful markBlack moments burn, feeding on air,with flames shaping the dark Black moments blow like fierce winds moaning,unleashing ice through the days…Black moments beat an unyielding tempostifling the magical rays Black moments breathe through smiles and light,turning our eyes from the sunBlack moments breaking Continue reading

Eileen ‘ike’ West Macrocosm a mess?I micro-dose my close community of loved ones.Distressed for too long, I shut out the shouting, hole up,then scribble and post old-fashioned snail-mail.I grow calm through the writing.Others, too—I’m told—in the reading. Dear friends, I’m finally unpackingthe last boxes and bags,Planting a flag on the mountainside,I mark entry to my Continue reading

Melissa Lemay maybe i’ve been wrong all this timethe cat lying in the pile of dirty laundryhas it all figured out every time a monarch butterflyflutters by, i breathe in a little magic seeing shapes in clouds remindingme of simpler dayswhy am i awake? i ask myself the years of hurting i have masteredi haven’t Continue reading

Meghan Woodward Sugared tongue to coverthe bleak words, glancesenough sour candy and nowI’m numb to the walls movingin and my heart moving out; Salted lips savoring sadnessthe cruelty, harsh realitycuddled chip stacks snuggleloneliness, spooning mygrowing ass and dwindling will; Chocolate dripped fingers frozen,the destruction, brutalitydarkened truffles replacepleasure, sensationcoating me with love no longer here. Meghan Continue reading

Kim Whysall-Hammond We learnt that sleep is negotiablebut the siren wail of a newborn is not We learnt that there is no replacementno salve for grief, just life lived on But that there is salvation in a gurglehope in a well soiled nappy Wonder in breastfeedingjoy in Dad’s skinwarmed bottle Glory in so-soon brown eyesin Continue reading

Phoebe Shade She is a splash of watercolorsdancing across the canvas of spring. Floating like a featheron a warm breeze,she drifts down,lands on my hand. She rests,then lets go. Carried again by the breeze,she finds youand lifts one tiny wingto wave hello—the way ladybugsoften do. Phoebe Shade is a 12-year-old artist based in Austin, Texas, Continue reading