Judy Reilly
5 days ago
I’m Made of Skin, and Your Love is a Knife
I’m made of skin, and your love is a knife; strong, cutting deep, drawing blood. Peeling back layers until it’s inside the most...
Caitlin Rosa
6 days ago
Exchange of Preservation
Threads begin to split, worn down from sheltering me. My needle pricks the fabric, weaving through its imperfections. The threads run...
Jacianna Chiechi
Nov 28
Mother of All
Her hand gently pressed against the table, Conveying the distinct forms of ridges, Carving the love she’s held. The silver twines in her...
Lauren Breaton
Nov 27
My Old Sweater
A deep burgundy blanket surrounding my torso with warmth. My favorite necklace trapped in the fuzz. Covered in holes and loose threads. ...
Ethan Thody
Nov 26
Unfinished Vessel
The vase holds so much— holds so little. Tears bear the flowers’ place, a space to grow. He ponders in silence the many...
Maggie Motherway
Nov 25
Beach Glass
Worn smooth by time, a shard of emerald rests in her hand, once sharp and jagged, now softened. The little girl traces its dull...
Celeste Moreira Fuentes
Nov 23
The Dentist Chair
The lady in the light colored scrubs always says, “Omg Celeste, blue like the sky!” But I hate it. I want to be Celeste, blue like...
Emma Lucana
Nov 22
i want to be loved like a sick dog
euthanized dogs know something i don't. i, too, wish to be handled with delicacy in such overwhelming pain. surrounded by tears and words...
Lindsay Alms
Nov 21
Again and Again
Again and again- It’s almost dizzying. Sunday afternoons, A time of dread, a time of unease. Sitting patiently up against the soft...
Marta Reyes-Zamora
Nov 21
Her peace
Her edges are curved. Tulips are the pattern of her dress. Her bottom curves out, while the top is narrow. She truly is a sight to see. ...