Cassidy Giudici
- Sep 20, 2019
Conair
You pull it back tight. You run backwards to tease- sometimes just to tame. A black and gold handle fitted to my palm so you do not get...
Billy Collins
- Sep 20, 2019
Aged Ivory
Almost the light that allows for sight. The sight the sparrow sees and sighs, but that’s not me. I’m not quite white, nor brown. What I...
Sophie Dalton
- Sep 18, 2019
Dragging on my war paint
An ode to the lines I paint on my upper lash line out towards my brow sometimes black brown purple or pink I like it when the line is...
Nyara Choudhury
- Sep 18, 2019
Home Buddy
Small cold jagged piece of metal Easy to lose, impossible to live without. Hard hunk of steel gracefully turns the oppressive lock that...
Sarah Clopper
- Sep 18, 2019
Awful Pens
As I use such an object I hear the soft sounds of writing echo. As ink flows through the tip to the paper, words or drawing magically...
Jaycelyn Ruotolo
- Sep 18, 2019
Fragile
When exasperated I become exhausted. With the flick of a switch I am dim. Trying my hardest to illuminate. I disappoint the sun, I will...