Still
by Kristen Walsh I’m still clinging to time I can feel the scratches on my spine There are bruises on my thighs My lips are… Read More »Still
February 2016 works
To Henry: The Uptight Critic
by Alexis Romano No, I am no Sylvia Plath. My name is Alexis, but you Henry, you! are uglier than sin. Even uglier than me… Read More »To Henry: The Uptight Critic
To My Mother
by Evy Michalos In honoring what each of us holds dear There is no other woman for our sake Who, like a constant cadent song… Read More »To My Mother
To My Father
by Evy Michalos When you, sometimes in fear or fiery pride, See fit to boast vast land at your behest, I catch a glimpse, your… Read More »To My Father
Untitled
by Arianna James How does it go again? Oh right. Right. Colonel Mustard in the library with the noose. You. You in the hearts of… Read More »Untitled
Sunday Morning
by Margaret Iuni They say never go to bed angry, but we were never the type to follow advice. When I rolled over and saw… Read More »Sunday Morning
Part 4: Closer To Home
by Margaret Iuni Click here to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. Straya “I’m sorry, did you not want to leave?” I rolled my… Read More »Part 4: Closer To Home
Ache
by Lindsay Griffiths This pain I fight to dismiss as trivial in light of global tragedy. And yet, I ache. He walked me to my… Read More »Ache
December is Death
by Erin Ajello December is death, and I know that as strongly as I have known that since I was only sixteen years old because… Read More »December is Death
