Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust,
stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.
Author: Every Writer
This is about me
alone by Indah Lestari
so pigeons keep coming to this narrow chimney-like space. i hate opening the windows as i am afraid
Remembering by Frank Cavano
The Shored House by Wanda Morrow Clevenger
Eastman by Amanda Iacampo
Eastman by Amanda Iacampo “Boy,” she said, “Pick a Christian name,” I stared blankly back at her, And my heart died the moment she put the blades of the scissor to my hair I winced as I heard the sickening -kerplunk- of the thick braid, as it fell from the nape of my neck…
Radio by Michael Vander Does
i would like by Mai Phung
Jealousy by Brendan Sullivan
Prairie by Paul Sammartino
Hungry Seasons by Evan Warren
If I could speak in any language
it would be the one winter flirts with
before kissing the fall with its first closed-mouth snow.