“Amongst the Wildflowers”
I grew up amongst the wildflowers,
Where honeysuckle nights,
Blew the colored winds,
Through the fan-fared window.
Aaron Summer Javadi
Jillian Hanesworth
Take Care
I know you feel like ain’t nobody there
I know that you’re a good person and life just ain’t fair
Know you’re surrounded by people and you still feel alone
I know they’re looking at you crazy and you’re too afraid to share
Take care Continue reading “Jillian Hanesworth”
Jane Barnes
LOOKING FOR ROCHESTER
I’m writing this essay on a glorious day in July—Independence Day, actually—and I’m here to discuss looking for my own independence, which is not to say, loneliness or even solitude which I gratefully have and enjoy. Guests come and go, are marvelous company while they’re here, but it’s hard to deny that having the space again to balloon up your own ego, and things such as the nail on which to hold your own red potholders, is nice. Continue reading “Jane Barnes”
Nina Marin
Sipping Tea
and smokin weed
and
watering tomatoes
we gon be broke forever
we want that
it scares them Continue reading “Nina Marin”
Jacquie Prebich
Birthday Song
danced out of my mother’s womb
naked cold
cocooned in the afterbirth of art
cord snip cut
cries mute to scream
soul activated
oh, how the harsh light hurts
this was the house I was assigned to Continue reading “Jacquie Prebich”
Aimee Herman
exordium
When you aren’t there to witness something, all you have is imagination, mine was toxic.
Mine should have come with its own hazmat suit, recalled at birth. Continue reading “Aimee Herman”
MEDEA SINSATION
Ignorance of a Side
I.
I love you, I tell you
But you couldn’t tell before?
My heart pummeled each sense;
My affection was confessed.
What other signs need be made;
Was I not myself desire? Continue reading “MEDEA SINSATION”
AMY LAUREN
An Angel Breathed Me
Staring into kitchen sinks, I think
of what it means to eat: fork’s one bite
trembling before my mouth, no more
laying flat as beaches but flowing Continue reading “AMY LAUREN”
KD FISHER
Mare Serenitatis
I am jealous of the moon
I long for her clean serenity
cool and blue-white
her daily self erasure Continue reading “KD FISHER”
ROBBIE B
(if i were to write in honor of Kathy A this would be where i would say so)
I am fourteen and I am filling up the water bowl.
I am taking off my shirt. Continue reading “ROBBIE B”
