Chris Ramirez
- May 17
A Tainted Raven
A walking contradiction. That is all I see when— your very being is around me. A walking embodiment of lies and cruelness weigh heavy...
Emma Baccone
- May 14
the night of the swarm
my bare thighs press hard against the hot, prickly concrete— biting into them tiny, shallow red craters. as the morning breeze fills the...
Angelina Blankson
- May 11
Weeds
What happens to a dandelion in a graveyard? Surrounded by rotting flesh and stagnant odors, her roots intertwine with death as she...
Zahra Choudry
- May 8
Heredity
As the roots of my blonde-encroached hair grow and expose their untainted jet black hue, my mother and her mother’s and her mother’s...
Kristiane DiMaulo
- May 4
Dimensional
On this Earth I walk and live, Carrying with me dreams before my time. Those that preceded me aimed to give, So I could continue this...
Katie Mondry
- May 4
I Despise You
God how I despise you. You twist my words, perverting my kindness Pursuing your own deluded narrative of my wretchedness Proclaiming...
Jacob Philip
- May 1
Evolution
My mind and body lie still in silence. Yet the multitudes inside me are anything but silent. Blood brushes against the vessel walls,...
Cassandra Dinulescu
- Apr 28
Take a Walk
I was walking today, as I always do, alongside my enemy and my best friend, watching the others who also pass through stand separately,...
Sienna Leaver
- Apr 26
In Bloom (ghazal)
I’ll be honest: my favorite season is summer in gratifying bloom. Years pass by and still, my skin shines, neverending bloom. Hands,...
Kaiet Coraizaca
- Apr 25
FLY
35,000 feet in the air. An expensive hunk of metal powered by fans. Humans were never meant to collide with the sky. Not only is it...
Marc Malafronte
- Apr 20
My thoughts on country (in the words of a traitor)
Country music just isn’t right for me. I get quickly bored by the same four looping chords, And the same set of instruments, And the song...
Aleena Asghar
- Apr 17
Just Watching The Birds
The deserted gray sky whispers a frigid breeze, tugging at my hair as it passes by. I gaze at the trees, and from a nest three birds take...
Sydney Cusack
- Apr 14
Ode to Expectations
I scribble notes of genius onto crumpled-up pieces of loose-leaf paper, with the smudgy blue ink of a ballpoint pen, I can rewrite the...
Maggie Lahm
- Apr 11
Princess
As a child, I was told I could be anything I wanted to be… an astronaut, a firefighter, a police officer, a doctor, my options were...
Chris Ramirez
- Apr 8
Today, and Tomorrow
I drew, today, the messiest doodle. Looking at the distilled water That I strive to become. I may not say “thank you” today but I’ll be...
Madeline Franz
- Apr 6
Mortal
She wraps herself in a blanket, its fabricated threads weighing on her wet, soaking her skin. Adorned with metals, marking...