Coma
Hospital ceiling highlighting the space between statue and sunset Andrew Halter |
November
I still recall the nights when head lights dazzled my eyes, tempting me still. Olivia Travis |
Hard to face our fate
Said we would last until death Now we are strangers Elizabeth Sanchez |
as i lay safely
in the nest of your body the distant foghorns Angela Myers |
No. 3 by Adira Tharan, @adirarose on Instagram
A narrow alley
You don’t know what to expect Neither do the cats Becky Chen |
Life is very strange
I need to file my taxes And feed my goldfish Becky Chen |
Out the Train Window
Junkyard weeds have flowered purple, yellow, red Children observe our thundering progress to our desks No wind: sheets and shirts lifeless on the line A man bends with reverence into the jaws of his car Pigeons nest inside the burned-out house Holding a stone-- which of us angers him? The wind ripples the grass, the way a cat’s fur shivers Lovers, shoulder to shoulder, share a secret or a kiss Brown leaves cover the field in all directions A dog chases the train. And if he catches us? Bright-lit windows: the eyes of dark houses A hawk glides across the moon. Mice, look out! Lewis Gardner |
Wear
A man and his shoes Both face the same race daily They wear down their souls Blake Hart I met a young boy
His eyes were a deep-set brown Then I learned he smelled Becky Chen Lonely once again.
Surely my inventive mind Could birth new feeling. Pamela Zero My Beating Breast by Angela Myers, @missionbunny on Instagram
Just Enough
I don't mean to be so rough with his heart, but my biting tongue cuts deep. Sometimes he looks at me speechless, stunned, and I know that I've said too much- and if not too much just enough to hurt him, enough to quiet him. Olivia Travis nectar pulls the bee
softly down into lovefuzz marmalade flower Angela Myers |
Genus Ohio by Danny Rings, www.dannyrings.com, @rannydings on Instagram
It is Around
We don't see the air Yet we know it is around The same goes for hope Blake Hart |
as the heat rises
palest cheeks turn rosy red inhibitions shed Angela Myers |
Shadow Chaser
Men who run away From the shadow of the grave Fall into its trap Blake Hart |
Sunrise
In your arms, the world Rises over your shoulder And there is beauty. Hanna Sturgeon |
Ellusion
The powers that be Are elected by the we Yet answer to none Blake Hart |
Trump 2016
Tyrant dead-eye smile stirs the heart and poisons souls seduced to torture Andrew Halter |
From Above, Rich Chance, www.richardachance.com
Five minutes of life
Each second spent so wisely Internet surfing. Becky Chen |
Never Mind the Well
Man drinks from the well Man fills the well with his filth The water still flows Blake Hart |