By: Ria Banerjee The nucleus is unstable-each atom of my being breaks away,breaks apart, micron by micron-till it collapses.Memories travel light years-to steal a kiss,to touch, to feel-to wither away in thattouch and feel.We are separated by forceful erasures in…
By: Balogun Abdulmueed. A BEYOND THE CLOUDS I am yours, I am already yoursfriendship can’t bear the burden anymore, it’s too heavy a mountain for her neck. She might collapse like limber belief. You’re mine, you’re already minefriendship should bind…
By: Ian McFarland Manifesto To domesticate the antand invite the earthworm out to dinner.To return the cartel’s contraband,“smoke dope, get high” I will say.To end embargosand bring the democrat to a red stateand bring the conservative to a blue body…
By: Suzanne Cottrell Ghost Harbingers Once I walked on dry coastal plains,smelled the balmy scent of white cedars,where white-tailed deer and black bears,roamed and barred owls nested.Forests hemmed between erodingbeaches and flat farmland. Sea levels rise at alarming rates,briny water…
By: Carol Casey The Ant The ant crawls across my page,life is small,life is teaming with tiny busynessglides over my words,scanning for sustenance, not finding itthen over and under and around,across my arm, tickling, sending shivers.Swiping, sweeping, I, gigantic force,alter…
By: Renzo Del Castillo Jarhead I am the stroke of a swordSwift, powerful, and deadlyTearing through flesh for the will of the mobUntil my own heart is hacked away I am the sand of the arenaRough, dry, and blood-stainedTrampled on…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The last leafon the solitary maple treein my backyardsways gently,wondering whyit must wantto hang in there.For, the scent of shiuli flowersand the pine trunks around,hardly allure it now.It is lostin dreams ofsetting itself free,and flitting away into…
By: Cristina Deptula On Christmas Day my mother and I enjoyed the most recent version of Little Women in the theater. I nodded with respect when Meg, the most domestic of the sisters, admonished the less traditional Jo, ‘Just because…
By: Ananya Vats My heartToday me heart feels the size of a garlic podsaturated in its scarlet essencesnuggled safely in soft layersresting from stretchingTOO MUCHToo soonT o o l a r g eToday my heart sleepswith twiddling thumbscontent in raspberry…
By: Strider Marcus Jones MY OLD SOCKS my old sockssheath the feetthat fill my bootsto walk on land. hard hands, sweating like peat,still break rocksin imprisoned heatborn trapped rootsin dynasties of the damned. the faded thread-diminishes in duty until deadwhile famous…