Typing With My Thumb
by Kristen Walsh In the pitch of oncoming midnight, my eyes are closed, my breathing slow. The air that passes through your lungs is deepening,… Read More »Typing With My Thumb
by Kristen Walsh In the pitch of oncoming midnight, my eyes are closed, my breathing slow. The air that passes through your lungs is deepening,… Read More »Typing With My Thumb
by Kristen Walsh we spoke on the phone that night. i had to talk over the pedestrians that you passed on new york city streets.… Read More »in april
by Victoria Tan everything i do brings me back to you one fleeting glance one someday chance listening to the stations you listen to 0
by Victoria Tan Sometimes it’s like the law was meant for me, writing prose and poetry on legal pads,illegally making the rules up as I… Read More »As We Go
by Matthew Spataro Rough, bleeding hands work away at the ground. They dig, removing the earth from its home and displacing it in a controlled… Read More »Returning Home: Intensity
by Nicholas Leung When will love walk in? With his Sunday best made of Long lost letters Or wearing the hearts of regretters? Will his… Read More »Love Walk In
by Jessica Kraker It wasn’t a problem when you forgot my name but it was when I forgot myself I forgot that east of west… Read More »Telos
by Margaret Iuni I won’t regret the desire to let you sleep in, a tiny testament of my love for you. But every day I… Read More »The First Sleepless Night Afterwards
by Margaret Iuni Click here to read Part 1 and Part 2. Straya When I chose to go to school in New York City, my mom… Read More »Part 3: Win Some, Lose Some
by Yocheved Friedman And then there was this big crash like a jillion jars of peanut butter and onion soup that tastes like grease came… Read More »A Counting Game
by Yocheved Friedman Faulty Curses and Baseball Legends My father didn’t have many urges to shuffle us together in the back of our brown Chevy… Read More »A Memory Curse
by Danyelle Hershkopf Click here to read Part 1 and Part 2 The week of the party passed like every other week. Go to class. Eat.… Read More »Fading Days of Red – Part 3