Hypergraphia I stopped to write a few lines this morning before settling down to do my tasks, so now I'm a mess of emotions. I need to...

Garden gone. My garden wilted in the rain Only a yellow carnation remains Its petals are as yellow as a lemon. In the mud red carnations...

Priya Verma is from India, currently pursuing her bachelor degree in literature. She loves trying up new things, whether it be art or...

crisis of faith He twists a knife in my back retracts & mends and calls it mercy He made a crooked design, warped, nefarious, criminal,...

withdrawal I walk past the alleys/We slithered into/Hours past my curfew/It's been a week since you last spoke to me/And a month/Since I...

The Globe Here are borders defined By blocks of color out of date By the time it comes to stand On my desk, tilted like the head Of a...

Fairy Tales My best friend believes in fairies. The kind that come into your garden And help flowers bloom, Or the ones who cover you in...

Shirley Camia is the author of four collections of poetry: Mercy, (Turnstone Press, 2019), Children Shouldn’t Use Knives (At Bay Press,...

Present (In Nature) Fee Thomas is an internationally published poet and activist from North Minneapolis. Her debut book Owning the Color...

Temple An idol shattered finely, Scratched and worn out from the other side With All the other flaws it hides somewhere   And yet the...

rest home screams unnatural to me mother looking down ignore it, don’t acknowledge it kind of scowl so we...

why didn’t anybody tell me? they told me all sorts of things why romeo wanted juliet so bad / manners / the number of planets circling...

A Letter From My Grandmother It was one small note that had started it all— it read “dearest April Frances, I went on a walk the other...

Tickled pink like my cat's tongue, and I'm reminded of when I was a child, waiting to greet my childhood best friend, Zoe, in my wide...

The Process of Loving Another Human One, Two Months go By and you Think this could go all The way into your twenty-years. Three, Four...

(Inspired by “Café Terrace at Night” by Vincent Van Gogh) It’s late, and I’ve watched the street fill with that honey-moonshine light,...

Science Lesson When the lion fell in love with the lamb, was he even aware of basic biology? I guess he simply did not give a damn when...

Innocence They say to stop worrying, you should visualise your childhood, carefree days of bare feet on freshly-mowed grass, jumping over...

Worth(less) The past is a midnight dance, which is to say, it clings to you like Depression-era dancers clung to each other as they...

Mother her song pulls the rain down a white curtain with a ruffled hem light scatters and the harsh lines of tall buildings melt the cars...