by Taya Wynn
Sometimes I still am the child who never cried:
both brand new and weary
screwing fists into white-knuckled pacifiers
seething with anger
before she could even comprehend what it was.
by Taya Wynn
Sometimes I still am the child who never cried:
both brand new and weary
screwing fists into white-knuckled pacifiers
seething with anger
before she could even comprehend what it was.
by Shamik Banerjee
And weeps the river when the parting year
Deprives him of the sunbeams’ waltzing flame;
And tears the father as the time draws near
When his dear girl will take another name;
Read More »We proudly present the second amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Megan Wildhood reads her poem Self-Acceptance, published on The Amazine in September, 2023.
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by D A Angelo
“Sometimes we need to burst the balloon”, a visiting seagull reminded the walrus, “and wade into new waters.”Read More »
by Sandy Ruiz
Confine yourself to a label and you will check the boxRead More »
but there is more than one path, more than one choice
to live your life.
Choose one and another, limitless