Poetry: Of Eyelashes and Unrest
by: Melanie Sue This is a poem about your eyelashes. I wasn’t sure if anyone had told you about them before. It’s about the black crossbows Statuesque and stretching out […]
by: Melanie Sue This is a poem about your eyelashes. I wasn’t sure if anyone had told you about them before. It’s about the black crossbows Statuesque and stretching out […]
by: Elaine Body One night— Exploring Louisville through her mouth The language of teeth Swirled flesh and fingers Digging into the ground of her shoulder Black air back-drop The unwrapping […]
by: Patrick Gill You changed your hair and your name, and your smile, well, I think; you don’t seem to wear it. It’s more a part of you. I want […]
by: Amanda Owens The way they told me it would work Is that I’d marry my best friend Yet I can’t even explain my anxiety Because you’ve never cut yourself […]
by: Elaine Body I wanted to trace the lines That have been written on your palm From the day you were born Life marked you with its pen Tree branches […]
by: Elaine Body She always kept the sound of morning in her kitchen Her backyard was a secret garden And time stopped inside the wooden walls She never saw the […]
by: Bobby Crowley My certainty flickers like the holograms of the 20th century, like the flame tucked deep into the bow as the Chicago winds howl: a futile measure for […]
by: Elaine Body I love you. Yes. You may not exist in front of my breath yet And you may never But to the potential To the one still walking […]
by: Andy Karol Today I’m making my heart into candy so I can fill you with the words I mean. Can you stomach me more than butterflies? I want to […]
by: Andy Karol She said, “You are the best boyfriend.” I said that was great because I never made the best girlfriend, or wife, for that matter, always teetering on […]