Intoxicated I Love You by Skylar Jones
Men that are drunk, are the
only ones that want to touch me.
The only ones that see the beauty
in me and act upon it.
They may have mistaken my hips as
the neck of a bottle…
Category: lit
Pleading Gets You Nowhere by Skylar Jones
The first time I pled with God, your mother
was tangled within the tubes snaking in and out of her
body, weak and fragile. Due to her skull
not being able to hold the muscle within. You saw her…
A Parasite Called Sadness by Skylar Jones
It spreads slowly at first,
Always slow in the start,
Like a sunrise in reverse.
Only darker, without colour…
It Is Not Welcome Here by Taylor Millaway
Death is the family friend who comes in from Michigan
Reminds you of the weight you’ve gained since last December
Never brings its own shampoo, leaves a wad
of hair in your shower drain,
drives through your flower bed on its way out….
a sunday at my grandmother’s by Taylor Millaway
A yellow kitchen displays the
Bright morning sunrise over the windowsill
Counter tops, freshly
Disinfected
Eyes like blood follow me and
From the wall phone, you can still hear him yelling,
God save the Queen…
MakeDamnSure by Eve Estes
it’s over
no, really it is
and it’s going to be freeing,
although it doesn’t feel that way yet. i’ll wake up
when the warm breeze hits through the window,
smile and disperse like a cloud around my room, running my hand along every white wall…
Read MoreUntitled by Matthew George Paterson
Angry depths lead to
raging waters
that push
into harsh tides,
creating beautiful landscape photographs…
Read MoreControl by Catherine Titus
Everything I’ve tried to control I lost.
Inflammatory; my fingers leave behind questions that don’t require answers.
I see futures before they happen…
Read MoreMarnie by Catherine Titus
The November full moon granted me a whirly, twirly,
clumsy shriek of a gift. Six pounds of fluffy, furry life
clutching to me, later to quadruple but still plummets
down on to me at the end of the day. I learned love…
Mary Oliver told me I do not have to be good by Catherine Titus
So I leave the windows open.
Let the rain seep to the floor
As a late-night treat for my dog.
The line of half drunk
Coffee cups leave rings
On the mantle that I’ll clean eventually…