By: Lazaro Gutierrez perhaps for my one true love, she bought me roses —red velvet wine, like the ones that I buy her every valentine’s. * the day that I die i hope i’m reborn, perhaps not in flesh perhaps…
By: Alison McBain BEYOND a point in time indicates finish period to a sentence finite space stopped by boundaries, contained but what if a point in time is simply continuation? beyond the ellipsis of the written word beyond grammar and…
By: Khalilah Okeke Angel Her eyes are celestine crystals. Healing through their watchful gaze. I thread them like beads to wear around my neck so I can see. Her song a scribbled scroll tongue lapping waves— words passing like frosted…
By: Selena L. Martinez “I’m tired, mommy,” I said. My eyes were fluttering shut as the night and snow surrounded us in the quiet of my room. My mother said nothing and put her hand up to my forehead, worry…
By: Linda M Crate i fear you’ll hate me maybe the reason i thought you could hate me is sometimes i hate myself, and i cannot blame you if you don’t like the darkness in me; i try to make…
By Mark Kodama 1 The nice thing about a small town is that its people always take care of you. So when my big brother Pete was injured in the football game, he did not have to worry. God is…
By: Aruna Subramanian Chirps of the little birdsWhispers in my deep slumber…Alluring aroma filling upAwakens my senses…Such a pleasant morningI open the balcony door.Cosmopolitan criesstrike in reality..I get on the rush wheelscarrying a backpacksearching my lifestruck overwhelmingon the endless lines…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer seeing a squared up column of lower case clauses is how to recognize my poetry scoffing capitalizations and poor punctuation are allowed to liberalize my poetry finding my meter improvised, alliteration ill advised, deemed as duly…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Happy with myself the first time in years, able to look folks in the face unashamed, knowing another day has been conquered. My friends, my family, all proud of me, of how my life is finally…
By: Emily Ruggieri I’m driving away The day is new, the sun kisses my cheek through the glass Warm like the touch of the hand that cares, do you care Feelings are there, feelings I’m afraid to share Feelings that…