Losing Eden || Swapna Sanchita
by Swapna Sanchita Last year, she told me, “Mia, do you know I can fly?” Her eyes sparkled, naughtily, full of that …
by Swapna Sanchita Last year, she told me, “Mia, do you know I can fly?” Her eyes sparkled, naughtily, full of that …
by Ceinwen Haydon Drizzle and fog will soon give way to ice and snow, or so the forecast says. I walk Ross sands in fre…
Your hand twitched past mine as we walked through the cemetery looking at roses and the future as the doves convened …
DEAR POET Of the 300 or 400 words in your poem I was ‘moved’— for lack of a better word—by one word that you used. The …
by Light Mark At puberty, flowers bloom around a boy's phallus to mark the end of rainbows & cuddle…
by Tommie Nelson IN THE DAYS THAT FOLLOW MY ASCENSION In the days that follow my ascension, I become a son…
by Ceinwen EC Haydon At the bottom of your bottom kitchen drawer a dusty, green-marbled fountain pen with …
___ 感:/gan/ perception takes place when an ax breaks something on the heart 闷: /men/ depressed wh…
___ I tried to make a meal out of the rechauffe my life became so I. I picked a pot whose lid trembles with…
_____ I used to play that old piano in your living room the one that was two hundred years old and had abou…
___ To my mother, a prayer is a brittle thing that morphs into splinters when it crashes into a faithless hear…
Everyone is a monster: the difference between me and you is how much our hands can close around. And whethe…