by Caleb Hogan
It’s the end of the month
you’re staying up until midnight
waiting for your Link card to refill.
You’ve been making peanut butter sandwiches
out of stale crackers all week.
Category: Poetry 2024
We Are the Children
by Saturn Lawson
We are the children
Of those who threw the first stones
Why Astronauts are Sad
by Matthew Pacuruco
Over a cone of fast light comes sadness,
a chaos that consumes many things.
(An astronaut is supposed to know this part.)
I Was Never Anything/Self Love
by Matthew Pacuruco
Where masculinity is only one option.
Every walk and every expression
is an element of their critique to judge.
Estranghero
by Tai Coronación
Estranghero
Perpetual foreigner
Words that are permanent on my body
Have You Considered Therapy?
by Caleb Hogan
What the fuck are you talking about?
I never called you that.
That never happened.
Midnight Mistress
by Alessandra Ventura
How often has the moon beheld me from afar
eagerly waiting for my phone to glow?
My Commute
by Layla Barrett
Smell of piss and shit, burnt coffee, New York Times.
Women and children on trains selling sweets
Anything to help make ends meet.
My Friend, the Mirage
By Jocelyn Carrasco
After it destroys you, saturate and add higher resolution to each scene
Can I Have a Dream?
by Danaiya Odom
Hold on so tight they can not be swiped by the hopeless.
The restless.
The silver spooners.
The Man Who Loved the Stars
by Akasha Weeratne
You are the man who adored the stars so passionately that their twinkle intensified whenever you were near.
