Poetry
CINDERELLA’S INHERITANCE by Emma Hill
Feet dash through the blood-red forest like tear drops down a gully. Lose him. Her blue breath is failing now and Daphne has to hide from Apollo. Sunshine burns her body. If he catches hold of her, she will break; so Daphne branches out. The god objects. ...
TWO POEMS by Zoe Lafontant
King “If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward.” ~Martin Luther...
TWO POEMS by Lalini Shanela Ranaraja
Flayed I am the thing with too many skins. I am the perforated grocery bag penetrated by all the other grocery bags crumpled and consumed by each other each one trying to blend into uncontested space charybdis of the ouroboros. I am daughter sister...
TWO POEMS by Annie Przypyszny
LAVENDER SOAP Don’t fall asleep in the bathtub. Your dreams will absorb the water and grow larger than your life. You’re so adept at imagining how things are supposed to be, you cannot see what is present before your eyes: a nest of prismatic...
AN EXORCISM OF HAPPINESS by Dante Novario
These days I'm afraid my joy may be breaking out Of the tiny box I’ve allowed it to live inside - It’s threatening possession - I tried ringing a prelate, more tequila, I hid Within a labyrinth of deep sadness but bliss was merciless, Caught my scent,...
ON GRIEVING by McKayla Anne Rockwell
Hand over hand over hand, carved bottom to top, we make this wound together. When the slice is tall enough to step through, He sends a good night to gently pry you away. ...
BULLY by Mehak Goyal
“Your boots are ugly- just like your face,” she snaps. I am drinking next to the cooler. My throat gulps. My heart protests. My lips part. Blinks later, I hear laughter from her audience. A week elapses. Their thunderous laughter...
THE THINGS THEY DID NOT MENTION by Danielle Meyer
.I. They never mentioned there would be sunshine during the apocalypse. They never mentioned that it would grow so quiet in the sleepy 2 o'clock hour and that the chirping of birds would grow so loud. They did not mention it because it was not something we were privy...
FROM THE WISDOMLESS, LABRUM-TORN, GALLBLADDERLESS WONDER by Jordyn Lutzow
Lila pranced her pink pony over the continents and seas on the globe in the kitchen. She began to imagine herself riding along a mountaintop that reached far into space. A mountain this size would make the world look like an ice cream cone; one she would surely visit...