In The Cemetery

By Ahmad Al-Khatat In the cemetery, I was standing on my knees, reading verses of the holy book to the tombs I was praying with tears on my cheeks until the graveyard stopped me and asked me if I was reading verses or reading sorrows  with an emotionless face, he asked to repeat I started …

Sadness

  By: Kelli J Gavin       “When people ask me how I’m doing, I want to say, this sadness is the only clean shirt I have left and my washing machine has been broken for months.”  Rudy Francisco       I have been reading a lot of small chapbooks and collections of …

Crier

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 …

Blue

  by Jeff Rodrigues   Blue is quiet. It is the simple melancholy of life. The silent moments that do not need reason or explanation. It is the simplicity of existence and its ebb and flow. Blue is a feeling. It can weigh you down and push you forward. It is the bright blue sky …