By Ann Christine Tabaka Madalyn did not like having to be alone with her step-mother all the time. She was irked with her father for having to travel far away from home for work so often. Her step-mother was not mean or cruel like the evil step-mother in the stories that she read, like Cinderella. … Continue reading The Step-Mother
By W. T. Paterson Jeremy felt like an out-of-place monster sitting in the line of cars to pick up his twelve-year-old daughter Emilia from an all-women’s coding camp. Tech giant ByteSyze hosted an eight-week summer program for young women interested in STEM careers, the final week of which happened to coincide with the one-year anniversary … Continue reading A Tall Tower to Sleep In
By Thomas R. Bates I cannot get out of my head, Nor do I necessarily want to, The image of the one time you Wept, eyes red, wet with tears, During those last weeks of your Painfully slow decline into death. You seemed to face it and accept it So stoically without any regrets, But … Continue reading Wet With Tears
By Molly Ketcheson Sometimes she woke up crying. In her dreams, the Blank Year still existed. Or so Annie presumed whenever she was dragged from sleep with heaving sobs but no recollection of why the tears ran down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if she was crying because the memory was devastating or simply … Continue reading To Still Exist
By Nardine Sanderson One day I stand to lose you For in life we live and die We feel the beauty and take it in Just Like the bluest skies If I compared your heart to flowers, would you grow back once seasons range, I hadn't thought much of it till now In love … Continue reading One Day I Stand To Lose You
The island of shattered dreams The ebbs and flows Cold winter winds blow Across the oceanic world No land to see, nor harbors to call The loud silence of doomed souls Black gulls take to air Round and round they fly in evil circumambulations No sound through truculent clouds Of promised rain and … Continue reading Poems Rizwan Saleem
By: Kelli J Gavin The term, she wears her heart on her sleeve is wasted on me. I wear my heart everywhere on my physical person. I am a crier. I always have been. My mother used to retell the story of when I was three and she found me sitting silently … Continue reading Crier
By James Diaz in lieu of love she gave me tea leaves spread out on a road map she said rain bores her senseless and I said senselessness reminds me of rain of collateral damage dead birds and parking lot trash sadness in sculpted laughter at the end of a dark hall in lieu of … Continue reading This is Weird, Isn’t it?
Truth Reflected Within Raindrops on A Showery Eve By Linda Imbler What you were, and what you are, off-center, you, beheld through my raindrops of tears. What I remember, and what I see, not the same reflection, us, while viewed inside puddles on the street. Just hollow fact: lovers, friends, enemies, strangers exact.
By Vincent Baker As I turned the door knob, I heard scrambling throughout the apartment. As I walked in, I saw my mom holding a tray. I smelled the whiskey aroma mixing with the sweet, warm scents from the cookies. “I made your favorite!” I heard her say enthusiastically. “Did you finally decide to … Continue reading Cookies and Whiskey”