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
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
Two Poems By Drew Pisarra
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 