by Zack Mintz Our house by the waterfall was the dream we rebuilt, and we shared the lines in the ceilings, these wonderful feelings the kind you can’t fathom to be there. When your breath hit the windows it sauntered and mellowed it had nowhere to go but the rafters above. It clung to them dearly like pearls on necks dreary or diamonds strung zig-zagged … Continue reading our house by the waterfall
by Jonathan Ramirez My mother, she paints me a navy blue sky with stars to guide me through the dark of night she takes my hand and whispers into my ear todo estara bien and I believe every word that comes out of her mouth. My mother, she loves to be a mother so much she never lets me go says there are peligros out in the world … Continue reading Pictures of Summer
by Jon Adams Cuando pienso en nosotros No me siento vacío Ni enojado De verdad, me siento fatigado. Cansado De esperar un cambio En el panteón de tu vida Soy un dios pequeño Menor Sin la gravedad de Júpiter Ni la sabiduría de Minerva Mi altar sólo tiene una vela Que se ha quemado Hasta al final de su mecha Y algún incienso viejo y … Continue reading Amor Negado
by Alexander Eliasen 整日白天变成黄昏 在天空你俯视着我 你是我的夜空 暗面，明星眼睛 当微笑请月回来 星座拼成你的姿体 树林和我试图碰你 我怀念一起感受黑夜 My Night Sky Each night, day surrenders to a golden dusk And you begin looking after me from above You are my night sky Face like midnight, shining star-like eyes Your smile inspires the moon’s return Constellations … Continue reading 我的夜空
by Paula Gil-Ordoñez Gomez Toes tapping to the rhythm Of thunder shouting Pushing neighboring trees To crack and crumble Sometimes I understand Those branches laying Defeated on my doorstep Fractured and fragile Snapped into twigs Crushed under careless feet But tonight I feel whole Like the trunk two doors down Refusing the wind’s shoves Continue reading Rainstorm
by Anonymous Zach started wearing shorts Fabric cutting off nine inches below the waist Matted rivers of glistening soldiers Stood erect on his ankles, shins, and thighs Bent knees traversed my forests of envy Desire overtook my fingers and they crept Closer towards his displays of masculinity With realization comes clambering to the bathroom My thick traitorous fingers poking At the mass of naked flesh … Continue reading An Ode to my Body Hair
by Juliette Wu Modern Shenzhen, modern in a post-Deng, Post-technological boom sense, is only a Few years my elder. Growing up, I watched The evisceration of a “fishing village” and its Infantile self-sufficiency a Transcendentalist Would think bucolic or picturesque, you know, Despite the detritus of wars and wrongs and all that And I watched not a snake shed its skin but A caterpillar deliquesce … Continue reading Learning to Love an Accident of a Hometown
by Mathew Mcgovern I see a deep forest in the evergreen futon whose wrinkles are brimming with landscapes, little hills written through wavering folds shapes resembling eyes just closed a brow arching in and a large crooked nose indiscript visages won’t deign to define themselves Perhaps these fissures ressemble glaciers stacked, full and monumental or veins and patches of flesh splayed out on this awe-inspiring … Continue reading Futon
by Alexander Eliasen Circles glistening Inebriated cobalt Asphalt under rain Legs begin twitching Another sanguine victim Motionless in vain Glass still shattering Sheet metal drips pale silence Sirens slowly wane Continue reading Double Yellow
by Isabella Urdahl “Tous les amoureux ont-ils l’impression d’inventer quelque chose?” Portrait de la jeune fille en feu In my chest there bloom butterflies with flower petal wings. They need air so I give them the memory of the breath leaving my lungs, quand tes lèvres turned up at … Continue reading Portrait of butterflies in bloom
