SingIf you can hear meon a winding thread of lightgrab a can and singfrom the moon tides to the shorephosphorescence you will bring Leisel Brex
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
No Street by Which You Might Return By Tim Muller
No Street by Which You Might ReturnMost any day you’d take your walk -Sometimes the dogwoods were in bloom,Or sometimes in a winter gloom -You’d
Clarity By Eris Cardin
ClarityThrough my glasses the world becomes as perfect as a pictureand blurs of color coalesce to form a clear-cut structureI see the shadows of the
Spring By Annastatia Brooks
SpringNothing melts my heart like spring.The heavens crack open, reveal the great blue,And a warm light shines on every dear thing.Trodding off the path, mud
Schwa By Zack Davies
SchwaThe single trick of British diction’sstripping sounds of forms and frictions.All non-consonantals areground down into the mighty Schwa.UUUUUUH.Grey incarnate as a vowel,projected from your deepest
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And Then…I remember that night we met, Ken. Sophomore year.I remember we French-kissed on Lina’s twin bed.I remember your friend Tom snapped, “He isn’t queer.”I
Grand Little Things 