Author Archives: Rosie Pound

by Rosie Pound They call you “The Angels over Ballyhoo” But I do not see angels, or ghosts. I see your toothy smilesin the rocks on the mountainside. I hear your laughter in the wind. Your spirits still felt in … Continue reading →

by Zareen Gesmundo On days where all is hopeless, my mother greets me with a luxurious bowl of fruit. Its colors as vibrant as the summer. Each piece skinned and peeled to perfection. Different varieties, cut into geometric pieces. Almost … Continue reading →

by William Kuch I was once in the middleof nowhere in anotherworld. I am trying to avoidremembering it,but it is inevitable. Experiences are printed inmy head even though theyseem invisible. ClearlyI am still seeing them inmy sleep as I dream … Continue reading →

by Sarah Sutherland-Field I am still burning.Each breath sets fire to my house of violet flowers. All I’ve ever known is quiet kept tears.Thoughts I can only try to slap, scratch, peel away from tearing skin.A picture burned into my … Continue reading →