by Sigrid Kim
Tell me, what did you think of the garden? A forgotten mango, a pale musk-orangeRead More »
sun, an amoeba writhing in a pool of sweat–
by Sigrid Kim
Tell me, what did you think of the garden? A forgotten mango, a pale musk-orangeRead More »
sun, an amoeba writhing in a pool of sweat–
by Shamik Banerjee
The child of Summer wears a crown
as bright the compass of the Sun;
whose joyful mood coruscates down
to lighten it on everyone.
by Autumn Sharkey
Listen, there’s a sea in this shell
she said. This woman – my memory.
Beach stones shiver in the tide.
Small me waiting to hear
we look out over Portrush feeling
the sea-rhythm of the known.
by Isabella Dunsby
you walk at an angle but you won’t let me
pull the left backpack strap
onto your shoulder, you let it hang.
Read More »by Caycey Pound
Today I opened the earth. Rushed
scoops I shoveled innards
outward: a hole in-ground,
carved-out birthplace.
To see no more darkness,
I put you in no more than darkness:
I let dirt herd your blooming roots,
soil our worries away and leave
both of us warm, reaching for the sun.
by Tanya Castro
Read More »There was something about creating at that age that felt like fear while feeling glorious.
by Marc Isaac Potter
As you look at the contradiction
Your teenage years are a raging fire
Read More »by Ollie Shane
Read More »This poem goes out to those bored in infinite zoom meetings
Putting down a half formed sonnet to fill the void where notes of summation should be
by Shamik Banerjee
Far, mid the mountain slopes, rises the sun
and the Pipit, hints the day has begun.
The ocean’s face, welcomes the sky in blue
and tunes appear from the nest of Cuckoo.
In pots with readiness, the new flowers,
twirl with glee towards the gleamy showers;
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