Caged-Tiger the Tide Pools Early Taboos Learn more about Becca in her bio on our Featured Authors page.
By Elizabeth Janczyk Long nightdress, loosely hung. Soft red flannel, slept in and worn out. Floating over tired bare feet, puttering across the cool kitchen tiles. Patio lounger with reheated black coffee, and Sunday’s paper, scattered. Morning sun warms plaid fabric sleeves against aging, freckled skin. The same faded sleeves I clung to After aContinue reading “Ma’s Nightgown”
When I walked awayThe cups tipped over into the waterA mess I’ve selfishly madeI didn’t want to hold the cups anymoreMy hands were tiredAnd you struck at me when I dropped oneOn accident I wade through concreteTrying to find some sympathyI am AnubisWeighing my heart against yoursTo see whose is heavierAnd at what costWhile youContinue reading “Emptying Cups”
By Michelle Rochniak I raise my ancient staff up to The heavens and invoke the name of Mercury. My messages of tolerance ring through The air, and I lie down on seafoam meadows. But the ground breaks away, and I am left with Clumps of dirt and grass falling by my face. Unforgiving world, youContinue reading “Mercury”
Young or old, no preference told, as death rings the bell. . Generations past, none built to last, as the histories will tell. . No matter the stage, or burdened the cage, all have a soul to sell. —
When we enter the ephemeral Nail salon, we are struck By her naked, acrylic nails, tapping against the glass. Another: her pantyhose hugs against her folds, Slicked up with sink water as Taught by her mother’s mother’s mother. On another, mouth slightly agape, she naps While her feet Are scrubbed raw of their histories. YetContinue reading “Watering Hole”
By Amber Spalding he wears that sweater you like. the one with blue and white stripes, reminding you of your youth, your innocence and those family seaside holidays you adored. . these memories are so vivid you can almost taste them, the taste of mischievous sand in your sandwiches and the smell of sun creamContinue reading “Homesick”
By Billie Daddario Zephyr winds cause pines and aspen to dance Bright hot sun lay languid shadows on rocks A woodpecker and an owl fracture errant solitude Reptile sunning myself against warm smooth granite A million years of ephemeral contractions Decay becomes fodder becomes decay Exhale creation Excellence, perfection, flawless Summer Learn more about BillieContinue reading “Zephyr”
By Bethan Rees Her hair is loose around her shoulders. Unbrushed and unblushed, she is new. * She hugs herself, squeezing tears from her chest and arms. She steps through the puddle of herself, kneels and cries into the reflection. * Through the cracks in the pavement water nourishes earth below the foundations. * NothingContinue reading “Weathering Her Storm”
By: Melody In her hollow eyes Lies a universe, A domain emitting with color. Sparkles circle her being, … A silver glow Radiates from her hands, Sweeping her to a faraway place. To a world of light. Learn more about Melody at our Featured Authors page.