Category Archives: Poetry

By Ryan Fecarotta It has begun: Dido has left her sister Leaving behind only a hatred renowned A promise, for her son, her daughter A memory, the slowest killer Countless will plow its poisoned ground It has begun: Dido has … Continue reading →

By Kristina Hoppler For those of us who live at the center of a man’s world, words written for us expressing their desires, thrown about like a boat in an ocean storm. If such words could sculpt they would create … Continue reading →

By Sean Haney You always towered over me with thick and calloused hands holding my own, a stark contrast to your slow, melodic voice. When young, you would take me to the sea, marking the stars with stories of old, … Continue reading →

by Monica Sanchez inside me is an aching feeling. An aching feeling of desperately wanting to be accepted an aching feeling of wanting to be loved by you. Stepping on eggshells everytime i’m around you not knowing what i’m going … Continue reading →

By Evelyn Olivares A bumpy ride to elementary school and later a trip to a university, trunk overflowing with new-born dreams and strawberry pink garbage bags. Weaving our voices with the radio after unintentionally memorizing lyrics to songs that play … Continue reading →

After Rene Magritte, The Therapist, 1937 By: Nahomi Alemu Shame is a cloak, unequivocally masking the unpleasant. When I peek from under it is my reflection I see only, what stands before me is distant. Like a cold salty shore … Continue reading →

after Galina Zhiganova,  A Woman Cuts the Hem of a Kimono so as Not to Wake a Cat, 2007 By Sofie Zarceno Before I leave to face the world I give her a kiss goodbye She gives me a stare … Continue reading →

By Josie Bacon Inside me is an oceanCerulean and flickeringNever ending and nonexistentThe tide swells with my prideAnd silver fish twirl beneath the surface with my joyMy laughter is a pod of dolphins leapingAnd the sky turns a rosy sunset … Continue reading →

by Anisa Dahir Late-night drives, window rolled all the way down As the wind blows and the moon is full Speeding down the road Everything is clear, the path ahead of us, our minds With new problems to worry about … Continue reading →

by Nathan Yokey A curling wall of teal wraps around her and she feels each drop of spray as she glides on her first wave. A smooth euphoric stroke of board and sea comes to an end, the white water … Continue reading →