If I curled up into a cocoon of my own, would I reappear as something new and beautiful by Shayna Prace
If I curled up into a cocoon of my own, would I reappear as something new and beautiful?
Caterpillars don’t realize how nice they have
it…
Tag: lit
We Were Planted Too Close by Shayna Prace
Flowers are beautiful, but they’re not worth
the suffocation. My garden bed dries out
too fast when I’m planted too close to my
neighbors. I’m sick of my nutrients…
My Life Is Weighed By Scales by Shayna Prace
For years, when asked my favorite color,
“forest green” would fly out of my mouth
without a second thought. Although the
Northwest is a place I have only dreamt of
visiting, I feel those towering pines beckon me…
There Was A Rainbow In My Room This Morning by Shayna Prace
The best kind of light is the peek through the blinds type. The prismatic array of color meeting light, almost like it’s trying to play a trick on my eyes. A refraction making the rest of the room feel dull against it…
Read MoreDown By Garden by Leo V.
Sylvie trotted down the cobblestone path, balancing the basket on his arm. The night breeze grew stronger and he pulled the large blanket closer to him. He turned to Arlene, who followed beside him, and smiled…
Read MoreThe Wine Bar, The Last Days of 2018 by Akila Metheny
Our young, reckless hearts
desire the cultured nectar
of Dionysus,
while an older couple
advises us to travel
all the days of our lives
(as tartly flaming blood
of Tuscan grapes
dances across our tongues)…
The Birds of Adams Farm by
Today
I will adorn myself
with devotion
for the world and its intricacies
since this is also a creation of the Lord’s…
Parts by Akila Metheny
I.
I don’t want to leave the world yet.
I’m not ready.
II.
Skin, the clothing
that allows us touch.
This is how we understand
the language of the earth…
Buen Hijo by Diana Urbina Phillips
Radiante y robusto,
Amor de hijo que
Yace en mi alma y en mi corazón…
Strong Jaw by Josiah Derby
I felt the sting of leather on my face
the blood that left a sanguine splotch
for years as they called it competition, taste
of blood, from nose to mouth, as they watch
my gloved hand, so tired, upraised high…