By: Joan McNerney Slides under door jambs pouring through windows painting my room black. This evening was spent watching old movies. Song and dance actors looping through gay, improbable plots. All my plates are put away, cups hanging on hooks….
By: Joan McNerney I want to make scarves from the sky. Since I’m not much of a seamstress, here’s hoping it won’t be too hard. To start I’ll just pick up a fleecy white cloud to cover my neck. Maybe create…
By: Neelam Singh The night falls Upon my deprived grief-stricken soul Every soul retires for the night, my pretense of rest still lies abound Turmoil of emotions swells up like waves What to do, what will I see next? Lay…
By: Helen Gavoe Red pods hanging from the rafters. When they finally bloom, Will they fill the room with crimson perfume, Salmon lining exposed like a spreading vulva, Blood red freckles trailing down from the scarlet core? Vermillion stigma awaiting…
By: Linda M Crate you said i was cute when i’m mad well, am i gorgeous now that i’m ripping every part of your ego to shreds? am i stunning now that i am burning with all the feathers of…
By: Linda M Crate people always want me to help them, but they don’t seem to care no matter how hard i’m struggling; and i am done feeding the disloyal people from my hand will use the same hand that…
By: Mantz Yorke Some win their tussles with your scholarship, but I’ve not yet found the key to turn the lock. Googling words I’ve never come across, I can’t tell whether I’m scratching up intriguing fragments of ancient pot or…
By: Ruth Z. Deming Alicia, modern woman that she was, needed three jobs in order to survive and pay her bills. To her dismay, she learned she was pregnant. At a party at her girlfriend’s apartment, everyone including herself was as…
By: Janna Vought A memory, caught, mounted for permanent display. Move the stone! Roll it away! Dark silence was the feeling, oily a place where days and nights blend, life and death become one. I peer through the broken window, silent….
By: Janna Vought My life is a field, the field where I’ll soon be scattered. I still tend frozen flowers trapped in frost, not ready to say goodbye. I wake in darkness, try not to slip down a black stinking hole,…