By: Riley O’Brien You simple boy, you inspire me to write. I love the way you look, talk and inspire, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about my stupid desire. Let me compare you to an…
By: Emily Flores Looking back I realized how badly you needed me But I can never go back now that you’re gone You’ve loved me more than Kanye loves Kanye I never saw how much you wanted to cease to…
By Alan Berger Each and every day is a nightmare screamEach and every night is a high fidelity day dreamEvery hour goes by like a minuteEvery thought I think does not leave before I spin itEternity will for me never…
By: Barbara Gail Montero General relativity a world of gently curved spacetime a seamlessly woven fabric warped by the massive objects that set our spiral galaxy in motion its articulation is legato its purview, the large, the stately, the sublime…
By: Steven Fortune POST-ROTARY LULLABYE Silly but innocuous maybe even obvious of me to tell her blue was my choice colour of cat (Those overcast days of moist sidewalks and teal sky saliva vivify the whimsy in me) It made…
By: Linda M Crate eliminating myself i know this is about you not me, but i cannot pretend it doesn’t hurt; to know i care about someone who doesn’t care about me is painful to know i’m a choice not…
By: Fabrice B. Poussin Another Season Helping the horses along with the plow, he walks, boasting tan lines of one who never bathes in the sun, the eyes in a fight to keep the salty tears at bay. It will…
By Ruth Z. Deming They were a family on Facebook. His wife, Charlene, shared all the details of their lives, including what the children were doing, the two dogs with their pink tongues panting, and if he had stopped snoring…
By William T. Hathaway Silver spoon into the powder. Chop a line on the mirror. Deep breathing through the straw. Suck it in … sock it to my septum. Dazzle me. Yes! That’s it, feel the power of the powder….
By Michael Lee Johnson Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones…