By: Josephine Forch Morose those creatures of dancers’ corpses are,the swans whose ambiguity dissolves in parts of sand.Whose plain pale feathers under the moonlight shine,and ribcages unravel human,puppets on a stage bearing skirts and faces unkind,Whose eyes solidify to melancholic…
By: Daniel Colbert In the beginning, word went round:“There’s something stirring up from the ground.”The angels made a happy sound.It was good. There’s a tree with fruit that opens your eyes;Suddenly, now, there’s truth and lies.It’s gonna be some kind…
By: Benjamin Thorne Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem Iblack ants scurryrandomly,ignoring my commands IIa sinking islandof white spacesubmergedin a white sea,a melting icebergof thought IIIthe poem is a pregnant pauseuncomfortably waitingto give birth IVpaper blossoms with salt-water…
By: Tim Suermondt The Day is Religious And an angel on the streetcalls for me to come down. “Don’t you mean come up?”“Just do it,” she says, the irritationin her voice can’t be hidden. I put on my shoes and…
By: Andal Srivatsan I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day In my head, I’d be a samaritan – take on exigent issues of the day,like poverty. The other day, I spotteda young girl in the…
By: Steve Grogan “The Old Men” I’ll be one of them someday,the old men who wait on the lonely park bench. The October dust comesas Halloween breathes around them.Autumn glows on their shoulders. The old men sit therewaiting for something to…
By: Laura Stamps Guess what? Six months atmy new job, and I got araise. Wow. Love this state. Florida. Glad Imoved. Love my job. And my raise.Time to celebrate! A drive-in movie.We should go. Tonight. Me andHazel. What’s playing? Hazel…
By Tabussum Sumaiya I long for youLike the pinnacle of the mountain,That longs to reach the skyThe sun through the dense woodsTo meet the green,I will gently touch your skin. Like the setting sun,Longs to meet the moonThe waterfalls fall…
By John RC Potter Let me tell you a story of a galon a doorin the back of a station wagonon her wayto the hospital,and how she ended up there. Becky had a freefall from grace,barrelling out the kitchen door;in…
Chloe Min’s poignant collection reflects on transience and the pain of parting. From hesitating to leave a loved one to the quiet disappearance of spring and joyous moments under a rainbow parachute, her verses capture fleeting beauty. Sand grains in her “Memories” symbolize the fading past, mirroring life’s impermanence. Chloe, a student at Oak Hill School, cherishes reading, writing, and chess.