Poem Version: All seasonsAll colorsAll sights for eyes to seeAll soundsAnd all smells tooAll for a heart to melt overAll to see your faceOh SummerMy cousin has come to me fallingNow I wish it wasn’t meWasn’t my turnYou know me …
Off-White Simchas by Sophie Cardin
What, off-white existence.Quiet, until a stabbing Marks us red (& the unlucky deadHave nowhere to go — Messiahs are word of mouth, Afterlife out of the question)We live lives proofed by resistance;To be is to refuse their willingTo mark myself with that, familiar …
The Brunt of the Wallydraigle by Savannah Gelles
Skinny Frail, eager for satisfying hunger but lost without past companyStarved of the warmth of their mother’s arms, or the kisses of their friend’s puppyBurned out by the ashes of their brain’s tantrums, they curl into a ball of peak …
I Can’t Let You In by Stewart Ricker
I stood alone As you walked away. I should’ve known That it would end this way. A creak in the bone From between my vertebrate…Your necklace: a millstone. It aches me to say That I can’t let you in. Enraged, I abandon To the cold outside. The snow that I …
Paper Moon by Mia Conover
Hey, canary bird Don’t you just love these long rainy afternoons When an hour isn’t just an hour A little piece of eternity A paper moon But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me I don’t want realismI don’t tell the truth—I …
On a Small College Campus in Early Winter by Hayley Stoddard
On a small college campus in early winter, through the walkways daily, teemstudents who come to lay their sacrifices on the altar of some intellectual dreamwho sweat their foreheads for some precious gem of light, one and every one, they come, and I …
Sleuth by Hayley Stoddard
To be a poet is to be alone,to make friends with a penand be familiar with the feel of paper.But to be a poet is not always lonely,for there is inevitably an argument to be had with the trees,a compliment to …
An Ode to Walt Whitman by by Hayley Stoddard
When you sang the song of yourself, you said that you would filter and fibre my blood.You said that you would for wait for methat if I was lost, to keep seekingfor I would find you around some bend in the …
Snow Day by Gary Walker
The whicker of wind outsidemy window tells me leavingthe haven of my bedwould be a mistake.No breakfast eatenor new day begun,no matter how deliciousor auspicious,can contend with the lovingpress of a flannel sheetor the promised rushof anesthetic joy.Dreams pull me …
When She Realized the Universe Was on Her Side by Lache S.
“Listen to me,” she whispered, spinning sphereof seas. “We want healing too” (a revelation).Pines meditating, breathing bombs long gone;she, too, could be rooted, accept rain gutteringin veins, metabolize as a Viper’s bowstring,our chlorophyll equally evolved. Why, in Western philosophies,are levels …