Cosette Brazeau
- Sep 27, 2017
Diction's Fiction
The Obvious run on sentence here would be to pick up speed and keep running, for sure and for good until you’ve gotten the sarcasm...
Darren Bentler
- Sep 22, 2017
Walked On
I wish to be the carpet that those famous wish to walk on. To be the side of a barn that can be seen from the other side of town. Like...
Deepti Khaira
- Sep 22, 2017
Lavender
My soul is the over-washed tie dye sweatshirt slowly unwinding through its tired threads. It is the wick waiting in the mauve wax, of my...
Liora Hyman
- Sep 22, 2017
Nothing But
I am nothing but bloodied curtains, demons’ down payments a brick building brooding crimson silence. I am nothing but drag rouge across a...
Zach Lella
- Sep 20, 2017
Yellow
The sun. The big beautiful star that brightens your day. The Coldplay song that Dad used to sing. The yellow jacket that’s feared because...
Cosette Brazeau
- Sep 20, 2017
My Salvation
Lies in a little tin can At the foot of a dresser A little dream resting on a hardwood floor Waxing and waning. Every child needs...