by Michael Shoemaker
Directly overhead
never ending white blueness.
Next, a puff of cloud,
the one you watch
while laying on your back
— it holds your dreams
aloft and afar.
by Michael Shoemaker
Directly overhead
never ending white blueness.
Next, a puff of cloud,
the one you watch
while laying on your back
— it holds your dreams
aloft and afar.
by Christian Ward
Someone has ripped out
the stuffing from a duvet
and glued it to the sky.
by Charity Cino Jones
Read More »Into the heart-shattering night.
So dark that all I can see
Are the souls, so full of grief.
by E Kraft
The golden aroma of percolating hazelnut beans and the steady spurts of its machine cradle me out of bed. I shuffle into the kitchen, each motion deliberate and comforting, a
Read More »by Rossana Segovia
First, remind your teacher at a United States boarding school that guacamole is not just enjoyed in the Super Bowl but is also a nurturing dish you eat back home every day.
Read More »We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Stacie Eirich reads her poems Earth Mother, Our Hearts a Chrysalis & Tenderness, published on The Amazine in June and August 2024.
Give it a listen below ❤
Read More »by Hisholore
My life’s becoming a looping eclipse
Cold, humid, and frozen at its temples
Faltering away from the noise
Quiet, silent, lifeless, and dull
However, it’s become quite morbid recently
Echoing, loud, and beating with angst