Dec 6, 2022 | All Poetry, Issue 6, Issue 6 Poetry
My steamboat of a vehicle crumbled around a street corner, threaded into a mosaic by the summer sunlight seeping through the canopy, shuddering as if held together by sinews. I laughed, snowcapping my knuckles on the steering wheel. Wind slipped its tendrils...
Dec 6, 2022 | All Poetry, Issue 6, Issue 6 Poetry
There is nothing of me That is solely me Each crinkle of my eye And knowledge of each bird Comes from my family I harbor in me Their hopes, dreams, and desires Made up of their love and obsessions My laugh belongs to my mother And my sneeze to my grandfather I was...
Dec 6, 2022 | All Poetry, Issue 6, Issue 6 Poetry
It is summer and yet I am not a child catching butterflies Gulping down sour lemonade until my tongue tingles Running barefoot through the muddy lawn, stumbling into the pool Water rushing up my nose, burning Feet flailing as I attempt to handstand I lose my...
Dec 6, 2022 | All Poetry, Issue 6, Issue 6 Poetry
I think sometimes that I could be famous. maybe it’s the shape of my ears or the general disinterest in having my photo unexpectedly taken. I have always craved for someone to tell me Exactly who to be. someone qualified. at least twenty years experience in...
Dec 6, 2022 | All Poetry, Issue 6, Issue 6 Poetry
If I passed my bones, Walking down the street, Would they stop to say hello? Would they even recognize me? And if indeed they did, Who’s to say I them? Would I greet them with a smile? Or curse them, spite my limbs? If you stripped me of my skin, Would you still like...
