Category: April 2017

The ocean is taught to always kiss the sand
No matter how often it’s pushed away
The leaves learn how to wipe away their tears
Whenever the sky cuts itself in two Continue reading Maya Joseph – A Euphemism

on the sidewalk a heart pumps oxygen
and legs pump spirit
tearing at the soil
aggravating with worn rubber soles and the force
of a body in motion. Continue reading Effi Holston – she.

A poem should be fresh
Pure flesh
And bone
It should be compressed
Be dressed
In stone Continue reading Tess Gordon – And Hark

When we are young we learn our colors.
Each color in the rainbow
We learn the sky is blue and the grass is green.
We learn the clouds are white and the dirt is brown.
As we get older,
the word color no longer means the same thing anymore. Continue reading Caroline Whalen – Color

Nantucket Drive, Chatham Massachusetts
My eyes look over the tall, swaying
Grass as I am standing behind the dunes.
I look beyond them so I can admire
The sea as it glistens from the sun. Continue reading Catherine Robinson – Postcard from the Dunes

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The phantom follows and fills my shadow.
It sits on my back and makes me hollow.
A missing shape, obscured by sun, I
Walk away, but in my steps it follows. Continue reading Mitchell Gamburg – Queen of Hearts