Summer 2020 (Covid 19 Edition) by Kamakshi Verma The flowers under the sun sublimed into scent across the green expanse as spring welcomed summer. The clouds too receded, for the sun to make its mark across the vastness above as it transitioned into ether. In greetings, I let the sunshine settle onto my skin for… Read More Summer 2020

Bullet by Rhiannon Mitchell There is a bullet lodged in me I think my shaking hands held the gun.It must come out or else,No chance for healing.No one around, no aid to call for.I try in vain to stop the torrent –Crimson wet, soaking, drowning me,Waterfalling over the aching wound;A glint of offending metalBuried deep… Read More Bullet

How I Met My Metaphors by Bidisha P. Kashyap I promised my lover,that some day I will writea poem about him(never really knowing why)And after three long yearsand a handful of second chancesI realised that for maybe some,poetry bloom from the deepest form of regret of letting go, of moving onand of falling in love.… Read More How I Meet My Metaphors

Fold by Gale Acuff I like to go to Sunday School becausethere’s nothing good on television thenand my parents don’t get up until noonso I’ve got to do something to kill timeand it’s like regular school but there aren’tany tests, none that really count unlessdying and going to Heaven to bejudged does, Miss Hooker teaches… Read More Fold

Letter for Missing Parts by Christ Keivom without your eyes as small suns affixedto the point of the farthest see-able.I can no longer tell where I’m going.I have wasted everything but wordsand for that I am sorry even the word love has become waterwe couldn’t hold in our hands.In morning it slipped through my braided… Read More Letter for Missing Parts

Walking on Water by Pranav Krishna Ripples formed beneath her sole,propagating through calm water,slowly dying as it ventured further-from its creator. She was cautiousnot to break the water’s skin, cold depthsof the lake seemed inescapable.She clenched her summer dressstaring at the fickle moonbeams,called upon the watcher, pleading strengthto walk on water. Running Man by Pranav… Read More Walking on Water

Eve’s Harvest by Jan Lunette Feverish passion travelled from the top of her head,to the tip of her fingers, and down her paintbrush.The canvas reminded her of the life existing withinand the life waiting to complete her own. In these moments, she played god.But in every Eden, there is a devil in disguiseslithering on its… Read More Eve’s Harvest

Another Day by J. B. Cahill He had ripped the plastic lidOff too quicklyIt singed the left side of his index fingerThe steam belted out of the containerThe vegetables lay there like scattered limbsFrothing in the heat as if to yellHelp! Help us! His finger stung and throbbedHe clenched his eyelidsHe ran cold water over… Read More Another Day

Vitrine by Aaron Lelito It’s like walking through a dusty museum,the marble floor holding its ground beneath,the gaps making an oeuvre of echoesonly an arbitrary foot could summon. The diamond sharp seconds of lucidity. Thoughts: the marginalia that cleave… The palate sharpened as language secedes. Anchoritic Leisure by Aaron Lelito Shake hands,talk of this and… Read More Vitrine

How to Stick Souls by Indie Rey lay on mepress palmslipshipsand toeslet your weightsinkinto my bones take my breathhold it theregive me yourstill it becomesourshourslike thissharing skinwaitingfor spritsto cling afterwe smilebodies sprawledon the groundlimbsdisentanglebut soulsforeverbound This site contains affiliate links to products. We may receive a commission for purchases made through these links. For more information,… Read More How to Stick Souls