As Simple As Flowers "Do you have the time?" Lina looked up from her salad and book to see her colleague standing over her left shoulder....

How to draw a cloud The air bereft a voice Drew something A few only paid heed to It curved a line It pushed a shade A bit here And a...

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Malaka Gharib is a Filipina Egyptian American writer and artist based in Washington, D.C. She is the author of "I Was Their American...

Rosie Carter is a photographer, illustrator, and writer based in Boston, Massachusetts. Her work has previously been published in Imagine...

thursday, june 6th, 2019 chickadee doyen virile plumage observes tractor mutiny from the safety of a chain-linked fence contemplating...

sunday, february 3rd, 2019 it’s drizzling it’s boring ice melted down to disheveled graveyards a bleak atmosphere intensified by the...

REACHING FOR YOU On some mornings it's across the office door And on some evenings it's beside the bedroom wall But there is no form of...

BEYOND HELP A plea for her to come around one minute becomes a request to be alone with my thoughts the next, the sounds that get me...

The Monsoon Sky Dimming it's last torch  Off and on On and off  And again on  And again off He goes so for a couple of months  With veils...

Malaka Gharib is a Filipina Egyptian American writer and artist based in Washington, D.C. She is the author of "I Was Their American...

Hi! I’m Natalie. I’m a writer, occasional musician, unashamed nerd, and soon-to-be graduate of the School of Communication at Simon...

Second Thoughts not quite an abecedarian Take our souls out of limbo, and fly up Above the trees, the mountain peaks, over Icy, desolate...

in the end it was all flowers in the end it was all flowers:  the arrhythmia moles and scars wrinkles and white hair veins and callouses...

Your Puerility the way you dAnce to (unusual) melodies the way you (sing) with me you cock your head & stick (out) your tongue where do...

Daydream for i crave ideas i build new lives in the blink of a (rose colored) eye ;erasing fears & imagining life without shades of grey...

Kept Promise Frac-tured (oath) of ours & solid vows ;that bind are my sUmmer night to let go was to (keep) the oath Sasha Monroe is a...

Tinged (impurely)Bruised unto flesh;they relate They retell a past Of Repeating whims (Irate) Dec-a-dent Long before, and well after as...

martyr i did not say anything because i did not want to turn the knife against myself. did not want to turn myself into target, did...

Almost Summer in june the air is so warm and soft you could kiss it and sad butterflies that remind me of grandmother rest on the...