By Gabrielle Hamel TW: Sexual assault a young woman, frail and fragile, presses her palms into the frame of a vanityvanity – to love oneself or to lose oneself? if she is not her own, whose is she?she inhales sharply. a stranger tugs intently at the back of a corset designed to minimize – toContinue reading “destined repetition”
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Coffee
a haiku By Kelli Heil Give me iced coffee Dark, cold, icy liquid pours Everything is fine Learn more about Kelli in her bio on the Featured Authors Page.
cancun
By Tiffany Shull Peterson cash only shared water bottles and teenage egohe leans in she’s pulled awaypeeling posters drooping dangling swaying a noir fantasy filled with smoke and punkbassbeats coy smiles beneath too-black rimmed eyeslove drunk side stage yearning for a glancesweat and noise and insecurity average talent sings off-key as fists punchtheair boys willContinue reading “cancun”
The Gravitated
By Dr. Manjusha Hari This gray destitution is colouring the cord of my spine. The fearing solitude is the chime of my rapturous soul. My sea is relaxing in the shore; and I’m.. I’m longing to plunge in his hidden trench of love! He is not drained yet; So my thirst too. The years…. TheContinue reading “The Gravitated”
Fascia Dreaming
By Kaitlynn McShea I dreamt about fascia again last night–how its synovial hardeningand gooey hydrationis akin to the Elmer’s gluewe used in school,pressing it on our pencil boxesto make bookmarks,sliding it on the pads of our fingersto make fingerprints. How it can be used to fix or to adhere,how my body holds stories as muchContinue reading “Fascia Dreaming”
Vague
By Bianca Marie Nery We stand Side by side But in stark contrast To one another, Our love A vague mixture Of words And tangled limbs Between small promises And lengthy lies Dressed up in The sweetest words Whispered through The cracks Of the walls We hide behind. Learn more about Bianca in her bioContinue reading “Vague”
Last Words
By Jill Robinson You’re so beautiful: The last words he ever spoke to her, not that he knew who she was anymore. As his memories slowly dispersed, like dandelion seeds in a soft summer breeze, his love for her remained. The young child she brought to visit, snow white hair and deep blue eyes, almost familiar, a vision inContinue reading “Last Words”
Quarantine Day 12
By Noeme Grace C Tabor-Farjani “What is home quarantine? This is the voluntary “home isolation” of individuals, without signs and symptoms, who came from COVID-affected countries for the past 14 days.”—Bureau of Quarantine, Philippine Department of Health beer, window seat / at dusk, open sea breeze,peach and purple sky, / the 80s playing by aContinue reading “Quarantine Day 12”
What Do I Say?
By Noeme Grace C Tabor-Farjani for Dorcas, a friend, on her birthday What do I say? / A thousand words said / over and over again. / What else do I say? / Except the unknown, / unheard, unseen, maybe. / But what can be hidden / from the light that you are? / ThatContinue reading “What Do I Say?”
tuesday morning
By Megan Cannella driving some backroad until it turns highwaydriving illinois until it turns iowa fishing an old antidepressantfrom the bottom of my bag sitting shotgun and heavy enough to trick the airbag sensors into thinking this purse is a life worth saving Learn more about Megan in her bio on the Featured Author page.
