By: Radomir Luza Anti-Medusa(For Sylvia Plath) Your words like butterfliesHair like magenta skiesCelebrating mended lies Knowing what I do notNight ending in night beginningLike a schizophrenic ringing Victims winning as they are done sinningThemselves with a bell entering hell With…
By: Raymond Greiner Science reveals humanity has occupied Earth in excess of two million years confronting incremental challenges in a quest for survival and longevity. My name is Caleb. I am sixteen years old and documenting my life thus far….
By: Anthony David Vernon The South Again FloridaTake me as I amI want youIn my arms againAnd then to let you goFor GeorgiaOr VirginiaOr anywhere else againLet me pull you in like I didThen leave like I use toAnd still…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan POEM #1: There’s nothing perfect about beauty, about you, me and this world that’s doused with entropy. Yet perfect is always what we long for, don’t we? We lose sleep over greying hair and balding foreheads and…
By: William Kitcher John was just a baby when his parents realized that there was something strange about him. John’s mother tried to breastfeed him, but quickly gave it up when she found she couldn’t produce enough milk to keep…
By John RC PotterWhen her husband passed away after a brief battle with cancer my grandmother tried to lift him up from the casket. Five years passed. She was found wandering around town during the winter, without a coat. Her…
By: Anthony Ward You thought this house was haunted. Those years we lived here. Until you were too afraid to stay any longer, and you fled, leaving me alone to look back on us, with the house like an empty…
By: The Muse Words of an African Child ma,I’ve wanted tohold your hands whilethe sun is closing its eyes&when that flowerin our backyardis saying ‘hello’ for the first time. (I wanted for youto open your eyesto see my soul) da,do…
By: A.J. Ortega It was my fault, and I knew this only when I was kicking through charred furniture, books, and two-by-fours.I hoped that I’d find the red lunchbox, only half-melted, and, with my now useless house key, I’d pry…
By: Richard LeDue January Again Lonely as a cornerwhere there used to be a Christmas tree,and the musicless silencea reminder of every goodbyethat passedbefore there was evena hello. ### Empty Rooms Seducing Them With Silence Everyone’s still existingthrough the loneliest…