Victoria Maio
- 2 days ago
The flame that lies within
The sting of bitten cuticle bruises. The red rain boots playing in the puddles. The sparkle of bright Christmas bows. The crimson lips...
Katie Mondry
- 4 days ago
Chili Peppers and Sardine Cans
A tired leather jacket, peeling from wear, gently put to rest on crushed velvet cushions. The wet iron coating my mouth, my cuticles...
Anthony Maraboli
- Sep 20
Black is the most giving color
A piano’s glossy finish reflects her passion. While a dead phone screen reflects regret. Black is the coal miner’s fuel, to provide a...
Eliana Kazin
- Sep 19
August Marmalade
Typically orange, but today a sour lemon. A sour lemon, with a whisper of banana Laffy Taffy. Lucious golden locks, urine is trickling....
Elise Abbate
- Sep 19
Smile
Sometimes a fresh spring sunrise but sometimes the stale sand on a dreary beach. An agitated highlighter pressed against thick stubborn...
William Iemma
- Sep 19
Wildflowers and Bruises
Perhaps a child’s blackberry-stained overalls or a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, stretching its wings in a field of lavender and...
Hawa Halimi
- Sep 19
Altoid tins and Marlboro boxes
Cans of coke and Brooklyn’s welcome sign in Dumbo. Bite marks and dried blood in an emergency room. Shirley temples and cheap gas station...
Madelin Saravia
- Jun 24
Dark Hallway
I walk down a hallway. I walk alone. I’m hallwayed and there is no one to hear me. The stairs are breaking down and the posters...
Joshir Lyons
- Jun 22
The Lost Umbrella
You have umbrellaed me. Protected me from rainy days. You have kept me safe for a while— I thought it would stay. As I hid under you, the...
Christopher Vasquez Soto
- Jun 20
A Broken Toy
I am just a broken toy. You use me against my will, moving my arms legs and body, forcing me in different ways. Children pull my arms,...