By: Timothy Nguyen After the summer The cold wind will draw closer Sun shall set sooner Frost coats the dark air Aurora colors the sky Here comes the solstice Petals will blossom Trees leaves will begin anew Equinox is near. The…
By: Nate Elias I’ve eaten from the nest, buried bones enough to pick my pale heart’s flesh from the ocean’s coral teeth. What crow corpse weeps without marring a lover in its wings? A harbor night, turbulent foam beneath our…
By: Rohan Sankhla A mixed assortment of colours, I had seeked to be pure. Hostile to the bond amongst my pallette I had for so long endured, my mind lied in the essence of white. After much altercation and unsuitable manner,…
By: Linda M Crate they’ll burn you even if you aren’t a witch they’ll burn you simply for being a woman they’ll burn you if you don’t choose their path of mediocrity, and i have never wanted their box; i…
By: Linda M Crate you want a villain? well, fine, i will forge myself from all the fire you’ve thrown at me; you’ve got the courage to die? because i will stop showing mercy, and i will hammer out lightening…
By: Linda M Crate i’ve got a lot of rage in me yet someone says you mellow as you age, but at this rate i’m going to be calm as a forest fire when i’m eighty; sometimes i think this annoyance…
By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi The classrooms filled with signs for recycling And bins lined up against the wall Labeled with different pictures I saw a child get smacked once for fucking around the paper bin Thought tinfoil was hilarious The teacher almost…
By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi Peering below At red beads Padding the shores Earlier I felt the tender head Curious about my boat Young scales and simple teeth Dusk brings the layered concerts Of deep chambers, coconut throats. Sachamama grabs and rewinds the…
By: Jasmine Nihmey-Vasdi opened birdcages, on empty balconies, where we sit inside. his face is overflowing with years, and sunflower sprouts. he peels me a grapefruit in bed sweet meat flossing our teeth the practice, that moves my legs to churn,…
By: Jagari Mukherjee There are poems Buried in me Like seeds that will grow Into trees With forbidden fruit; They are already sprouting Taking deep, deep root In the soul. I cannot be A dynamic whole Unless I put pen to…