by Rianna Cruz The colors of summer are a beautiful sight They make so many things look better in the light, And though summer is a short flight, It can tend to feel like the […]
Category: Poetry 2023
Loving a Soldier
by Franchesca Cuba Again, in my window Waiting for his return Engrossed in my pain, the moon takes the floor Yes, the moon She tells me that he will return Let me prepare a place […]
Cold Show
by Matthew Pacuruco [CW // suicide] Film. Broadcast. Edit. Work is almost done. I slouch when it’s already dawn. I can feel his presence from here. Noises from his footsteps make me want to look […]
Senses Of Grief
by Melony Hodge Butterflies, corner eyes, reflections on dark screens. Quick looks, Red, red, red, red, red, and red again. Mickey Mouse and vivid dreams. Loud noises, unexplained. Cackling laughs, mischievous baby girl. So many […]
I Pledge Allegiance
by Dom Glover [after Danez Smith] You remember how in school they used to make us recite the Pledge of Allegiance? Each morning our young undeveloped overstimulated selves would be giddier than a motherfucker […]
Remembering When
by Melony Hodge Home. It’s still there. Even after all the other addresses 878, where it all began. I remember When Holiday traditions bled into growing up When love and magic kept us fed Cookouts, […]
Three Poems
by Paris Armstrong Existential Sex The sweat at his brow slides down, then up, following touch Gasps and laughter start and stop haltingly Quiet now, be quiet. Too loud or they might hear Her lips […]
The Cardboard Piano
by David Garate (Within the confines of a shoebox, amongst a vast crowd of paperfish). He is laborious, The one on the cardboard piano. One of many who climb the stairs And waltz on stage. […]
My Best Friend
by Juan Paredes Some days I miss you dearly On bad days you consoled me On good days you celebrated with me When reality gets too much you embrace me No matter where I’m […]
Childhood Fragments
by Favi Olmedo Chaotic mornings. Shoes scattered across the living room floor. Missing hairbrush, untamable bedhead. Blurting things out at random times. At the wrong times. Being carried after a bath, to bed, just because. […]
Ode to a Strange Planet
by Victoria Segarra Rolling hills of skin Comfortable, cushiony ground The strong and capable plains Of my back Blue rivers of veins, Their waters warm and comforting Beyond the peaks and dips Of my abdomen […]
