By: Riley Eleanor It’s six twenty-two in the morning and the last time I was up this early was four years and ten months ago. You see, this sunrise will be the last I will view in San Francisco, perhaps the…

By: Riley Eleanor March mourning mornings are punc-tu-a-ted By letters that look like consolations, Congratulations that sound like condolences. Dreams die when we let them So I pulled the plug on my Electrocuting hopes. I never wanted to feel Simultaneous…

By: Riley Eleanor When you moved your legs closer to mine Next to me So casually (Under the shade of the tree where I spent my childhood summers) (On the bench where I made my best friend) (In the park that…

By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. The red blue violet lips of this madness they’re doing good service to the black oak growing slowly inside the room, water the leaves of silence as they fall one by one on the once lush…

By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. That you so unsparingly issue In cups of blighting blows Laced with acid the corrosive breathe Of aphids on petals of hope quivering On cusps between one secret longing To another – these sick little…

By: Michael C. Keith Eternity is in love with itself.  –– Anonymous Seth Perkins was about to turn 170 years old but looked like a man in his 50s. He was one of the first so-called Perpetuals. Only a decade ago…

By: Kirti Verma I just want to hear my heart’s voice, My heart’s voice tells the way of life, That reflects both wrong and right, Gives an opportunity to have a choice, I just want to hear my heart’s voice….

By: Reese Scott He painted green lights all over his room. But it did no good. So instead he went to the corners of the street late at night and climbed up a ladder until he was able to remove…

By: Michael Simon There is a sound not unlike thunder echoing outside. No, more frequent than thunder. Lighting is not present with its partner today, so there’s no way to pinpoint the location of the crater it will cause; one…

By: Alan Swyer The first time Levinson went to a four-star restaurant in Paris, he was treated exactly like what he was: a twenty-year-old from an industrial town in New Jersey who looked and felt completely out of place. He…