By Amaira Sachdev They said it was broken—left to rot in the attic,dust stitched into its seams—but at 4am, it sings.Not a tune.A whimper,like breath caughtbetween a hushand a scream.I played it once.Strings snapped like nerves.Something cold slid up my wristand whispered,“Let me show you...”Now he waits—by the mirror,behind the curtain—his smile cracked like a … Continue reading The cello doesn’t sleep
Locked Notes From an iPhone
By Madeleine Correa Dew on the windowsill,what remains of the storm. One teardrop falling,faster, faster.I watch it race across the glass as another runs down my cheek.Glazed eyes and fog on the windowmix with the frost that coats the glass.A late winter sun’s light tries to pierce through the haze,but still I can’t see. Madeleine … Continue reading Locked Notes From an iPhone
Anger and Pain
By Robert Moe Some say anger and pain are cousinsAlways traveling as one.I’ve felt them both in my days,Intertwined, solidified,Almost premeditated,Enjoying their journey.But I prefer laughter with my pain.True partners in survivalA touch of humor in the sorrowTempering, if even a shade twisted,And each glad dayCan carry its drop of pain. Robert is a part-time … Continue reading Anger and Pain
Ode to Owl
By Hayley Ranae At two in the morningWhen everyone's asleepI lay awakeListening To a symphony of sounds That bless my ears When I alone, am up to hearThis owl of mineHe hoots and coosSometimes earning a croak or creak from the frog that lives in The front bushes Or the train that passes by,Nowhere close … Continue reading Ode to Owl
A New Chapter With My Girls
By Destiny Anderson I am learning how to let go of a life I thought would last forever.Some days it feels like I am falling apart in slow motion,and other days it feels like pieces of me are finally falling into place.My girls are the reason I keep standing,even when my world feels strange and … Continue reading A New Chapter With My Girls
rushed songbirds
By Adonis Alegre i am like felicity who starts with something niceand ends all things with fire. and i would want to be an orphan from somebody's mouth, atleast, for awhile.the stars are ghoslty but beside my other eye;i rigor this doorif the people of the common had went some borning,i ate worry in the … Continue reading rushed songbirds
Mortar
By Elisa Mejia Though time has pestled you into acceptance and the cliffs are saying goodbye,peppercorns grind fineand sea salt smash-sprinkles,a savory mixture nestled next to wild onions you’ve pulled from the field.Pungent green bunches passed through by the legs of deer and black fox feetand overhead by crows who long to kettlebut banter with … Continue reading Mortar
Here We Go Again
By Minghan Zou Previously published in Tap Into Poetry Let’s say it’s the roar of the engines - whirring mechanical creaturesit might as well be magic.Let’s say it’s how clocks don’t work anymore - After all, what’s the point of Barcelona timeWhen all I know are a sleeping Shanghaia jetlagged Bostonthat seem impossibly apart?Let’s say … Continue reading Here We Go Again
Slaughterhouse Fire
By R. E. Zuckerman I have gone on lending in the ashes thecleaving of my body & a distillation of old desires disembodied in mausoleum &quaker stonesI draw in dyads a harkening to borrowedflesh & the peculiar sadness of house fire itis a kindness with which I was once unfamiliar to love in stasis the … Continue reading Slaughterhouse Fire
Rock
By R James Sennett Jr becomes sandeventually.Silly to thinkotherwise.Is it thenover?What comesnext?Another rock,another grinding over time?The sand becomesa flooron which to leapto the nextrock. R James Sennett Jr lives, works, breathes and chases his muse in Louisville, Kentucky. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications for which he is grateful.
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