Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Morgan Walker Caught in a snowbank, my skis have tumbled into the evergreens beside me, flipped and buried for winter. Through the padding of my helmet, I hear the rubbery scrub of cold plastic against fresh powder, the fading shouts of...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Casey “Yaya” Wong weeds are sprouting from the cracks in the concrete. the old skin splits with the determination of things starved for sunlight one or two of which will become dandelions, their weightless wishes on the back of a breeze which...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Charlotte Edsall Ophelia lies sinking her placid face ensuring us we should not fret even as her skirts mingle with the silt this is beautiful see how her hair halos the color complimented by the pond weeds and the willow her water-lily...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Isabelle Rogers Rockstar, rockstar, my heart is full of grief. I recall you sang about it last night through your teeth. Rockstar, rockstar, my bones can take no more. When you left Orleans with my compositions, my love departed through the door. ...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Claire Riddell Your daddy kissed every knuckle before he swung and called it love and only married your momma because she missed her birth control, and they raise you on simmering arguments and secondhand thrift stores, and you never question why they...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Susan Nichols An incident, ill-timed, the careless sweep of an arm. A porcelain dish, priceless in form, flies from its perch in a flash. Impossible to catch, though the falling seems slow, The piece hits the ground with a crash. Countless shards ...
