Clayton Longstaff
That life is but the dream
half remembered,
half made up,
never entirely certain to whom
(or is it to who?)
the question of belonging belongs.
Gavin Bradley
Pink moon chattering brightly
draws me out of hiding,
using the same gentle trick she pulls on the tides.
Gavin Bradley
Pink moon chattering brightly
draws me out of hiding,
using the same gentle trick she pulls on the tides.
Olivia Piper
She is daydreaming again, soft things that will never be put to good use–
sunlight and coffee rings and work that won’t get done.
She wishes she had more answers and less time, was better at making choices,
understood what her choices even were.
Faiz Ahmad
At about this age, their hearts were halved like
an elephant's divided eyes of which one was
D.S. Maolalai
in the sitting room
my girlfriend drinks wine
and talks with her friends
about marriage.
Cole Nowicki
ward off the seize and strangle of an existential crisis
by getting some fresh air