by Kelly G. Wilson
Read More »leaving a perfect gleaming blade that cuts
through our lives so cleanly
Category: Poetry
The Day I Did Nothing
by Riley Shin
Winter mornings take a dismal form.
Except for today, when I roll over to face
The Sun too wonderfully warm
Not to sit and savor his gentle embrace.
So today, I do nothing.
Read More »This Morning
by Jeffrey Zable
Upon awakening, I had this hopeless feeling that nothing mattered—
mainly, that my life didn’t matter!
I have awakened with this feeling many times before and have just
made myself push through it—especially when I was working or had
something important to take care of.
part of an organ protrudes through the wall of the cavity containing it
by Ainsley Dodson
well my mother?
she was born here
she was born with a hernia
that’s not a metaphor
A Cold Morning
by Curt Hill
Another cold morning here.
I think of the unhoused,
Where do they go as the temperature
drops and the rains come?
we were meant to move
3 poems
Back to Square One
2 poems
by Olivia Burgess
Read More »Funny, how
easy it is to call somewhere ‘home’ when it feels the same way
enderman’s perception
by Mitch Estern
nothing interests me—
not even the dark,
nor the scorching hell,
nor the fields afar.
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