Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
A stretch of metal mesh warped by summer humidities, encased by the creak of rusted hinges and the click of a small push-latch that even my pudgy, clumsy hands, sticky with jam could thwart with ease and residue You’re welcomed at the instance of a first spring rain,...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
when you bit down and swallowed me whole i tasted my own blood in scarlet auroras and wilted petals on a fresh-picked rose laid in the lap of a young girl who loves to dance. she can breathe freely here but not on the other cotton candy clouds she sees across the...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
in my experience, fireworks are simply that until they’re not. colors are vibrant until they’re violent, and the fuse is lit in your throat. pin sized fires alight themselves harmoniously against your skin and water is nothing but gasoline. putting out fires means...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
I liked watching their arms reach Through the slats of my blinds. Petals drinking sunlight that seeks To prolong a lifespan cut and tied. O’er days, the flowers grudgingly wane Away, but the drying phloem remains Persistent and hopeful. A prognosis Meant nothing to...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
Did Jesus ever eat a cherry? I bet he wouldn’t have liked them. The juice would’ve reminded him of how his pores bled in the garden. No one ever mentions how Jesus must be traumatized by his death, his rebirth. If Jesus is traumatized, then how could he let me suffer...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
I wasn’t careful. The medley of fruits (blackberry / raspberry / strawberry / blueberry), entwined with sugar attacked me as it was liquefying in the small pot beneath my hands. It scalded me, left a white dot the size of a snowflake on the soft flesh of my pinky...
