by Mel Eaton
What I want in life is to-
-Write my heart out until my fingers grow graphite legs and scribble away.
-Square up with fear and make the first punch
-Throw my art to the wind and let God be the judge:
(tho with the rain, I can’t tell if it is happy or sad)
Read More »by William Cass
The Madison was old, red-brick, and smoke-stained on its far side from the chimneys of a nearby factory that had closed a decade ago. The building’s five stories housed a few dozen cramped, drab apartments, a few of which also served as places of business: a seamstress, a child care provider, an online counselor, a call center rep, a translator. Its small foyer was dimly lit and had no doorman. An elevator occupied most of the wall across from the front doors bordered by a plate glass window that looked out onto the sidewalk and street. A potted artificial ficus stood like a sentinel at the base of the third wall, and a bank of mailboxes filled the fourth.
Read More »by Ben Macnair
He struggles at first,
as young children often do.
The frisbee leaves his hand,
and falls to the floor.
by Émilie Galindo
You don’t have to propRead More »
me up. Let your gaze be my
handrail for this ride.
by Penelope Pressman
I walk with my feet skimming the edge of the pond I’ve seen everyday of my life
watching it with eyes that grow older each time
running alongside it on feet that gain experience each time
lifting into the sky above it my arms that gain strength each time
filling it with tears I wipe away each time
breathing out the air from my lungs to create new ripples in its surface – each time
each time I walk by the pond, the pond watches me walk by
by Audrey T. Carroll
An agent of change
Think: mutation
Think: chaos
Mitosis is a splitting, copying
two parts, codes mimicked
but not always right
Complications are messy
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