marginal
Posted by Ilana Millner | Filed under Poetry, Print
sun
sets and
resets on
pages of text,
the lines, melting words
dripping ink seeps into
the perfect margins of the
day. And you tell me that it’s fine
because everything wet dries. Mouth shut
I, won’t remind you about me. the sea.
Produce
Posted by Garrett Carey | Filed under Poetry, Print
to
waste a
bounded youth
running from the
cursory promise
of happiness lying
in an untidy room and
licking coffee from the roof of
our mouths, to cattle-prod the hide of
hope and die alone with our cheeseburgers
Simple Plan
Posted by Garrett Carey | Filed under Poetry, Print
I,
like most,
have stories
to tell. And my
stories, like most are
more important than all
others, so I learned a few
big words, practise a few turns of
phrase in hopes of bribing you all to
listen to me more. It’s working so far.
Itch
Posted by Chloe Wayne | Filed under Poetry, Print
I
miss you.
Imagine
you lay sideways,
with crossbows for brows,
thin flint projectile eyes.
My heart, mosquito bitten
patch of me, rises to surface.
Rhythmic itch. Seven day swell, this week,
I think about you. Fade under skin soon.
