by CJ The Tall Poet
A mesmerizing gang of banshees
illuminated the skyline
Each one showcasing a unique design
Indigo, platinum and silver
Interesting mix of colors
Seem outlandish yet sublime
A rushing sense of motivation
It had pierced my arteries
but I had felt no pain
Instead a tiny amount of energy
Was ingrained into
My mind
My heart
And my fingers
by Rosalie Hendon
Winter sunlight is better than nothing
Like a cup of tea, weak and lukewarm
from its second steeping
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Our wonderful contributor Tanya Castro reads her poems Foam, How to Mold Imperfection & International Blvd, published on The Amazine in May, 2023.
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by Kelli Lage
I think I’m stuck in an abyss, going mad
Eight years later, sun remiss, no spine in my back
And I’m not even damp, phantoms setting up camp
Blood brother diss
It must be how living bodies reminisce
I think I’m stuck in an abyss
by K.S. Baron
& together we grow the sun in our garden,
a light tended on vines that wrap
from my arms to yours because without you
i am only me—only half of the we that i love
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.
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