Wooden Walls
His love was like termites and her heart was made of wood. Swarms flooded through the walls, leaving tunnels of mud on the foundation and...
Molly Dugan
Sep 29, 2021
Treasures in the Sea
I see the waves Washing debris on the shore Silly sea jellies float aimlessly with the current. I dive in Surfacing to see fluffy foam...
Abigail Tavera
Sep 28, 2021
Angelina
I look back and see her in her little duck towel. I’m carrying her in my arms, while walking to the room. Dressing her because she...
Yulisa Gonzalez
Sep 26, 2021
Chitchat
I wish the world talked in tongues with rosy cheeks and lips of plump. Where the moon would kiss the sun with its crater face and...
Sarah Cruz
Sep 25, 2021
America
In the clearing of a temperate, oak-filled forest, a small log cabin once stood. Day after day, a carpenter worked on expanding his cozy...
Gabriel Gonzalez
Sep 23, 2021
Please Write Poetry
Dust will bury you. Know this. You know this.
Dusty
Sep 14, 2021
The Veil of Impressions
I sit here at my desk.
Spiderwebs caress its corners,
As I contemplate tragedy.
“Another one taken from us too soon.”
Why do we say such is
Cal Eidenoff
Jul 20, 2021
Snapshots
Two cars, two lanes and one red light.
I’m seated, buckled in. My car
is silent.
I turn to my right and see a stranger.
Windows closed.
I wo
Maria Garcia
Jul 20, 2021
Kenopsia
Once,
was this a place of
Joy.
Refuge.
God.
Once,
was this full on Sunday mornings
The pews with families dressed in their best,
the choir
Danielle DeGaray
Jul 15, 2021
Different
I remember
the plastic box
with a colorful plastic screen
protecting my ham and cheese pieces,
my crackers,
and my Capri-Sun juice pouch.
Anastasia Akapnitis
Jul 15, 2021





