Goddess – An Abecedarian

By: Jordan Noyes Asterism bright in glimpsing eye, bear not the suffering which can apply, for cacodaemoniacal beast there does lie, distant no longer—our beautiful whore. Engulfed in fire and swinging round, fabulous mass with flesh like wine, gibbous eyes with our stars, Her crown, highness, our love, descending in shine. Idle no longer in…

The Cautionary (Fairy) Tale

  By: Sydney Haines   She smiles, Plays peek-a-boo with bone crushing metal Or, it’s the invisible Hansel: “Tag, you’re it!” Says Gretel And he lures her to crawled space A cylinder Then, they find her Ice and snow; unearthed She’s submerged, Among mountains, frozen bloodstream, Stilled lungs Where this occurs All reasoning, Vocalized; in…

Little Bird

By: Ryley Grail   Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” and “Bittersweet Symphony” by the Verve   It started with her beauty she was divine, and her perfume stayed lingering with me. Her love was my bittersweet catastrophe, and it devoured me whole. When she spoke, the chorus of a symphony played. The serendipity…

I Look at the Sky

  By: Jesse Leisch   “I Look at the Sky” Every time I drive I imagine Pirate ships or prize winning fish In those cloudy day sky’s Those colors mix and match With different variations of this and that I imagine We are under the sea So deep we couldn’t begin to believe Remembering the…

Geniuses

By: Megan Finsel   When we’re five they tell us we can be anything. When we’re eight they tell us we can do anything. When we’re ten we start exploring our interests, and then they tell us to start being more realistic. “You’ll never make money like that,” they say with the same lips that…

You Need Me

By: Megan Finsel You need me, I know you do. You need me more than I need you.   Someday, you’ll regret losing me. Someday, you’ll realize how important I truly am.   It’ll be when you least expect it, you’ll wake up and you’ll reach for me but your hands will find only air.…

Ins’t Perfect

By: Ernest Dorman   To the midwife who said it doesn’t Matter if my son “isn’t perfect” Because perfection doesn’t exist Perfection is ungraspable   The crave for perfection Is what ruins us, The love to be correct Pure, right Morally and ethically, To be complete   No one can be this word Perfect. It…

Nostalgia

  By: Megan Finsel   ­­­­­The rule was we had to come in when the streetlight came on, and we would play to the edge of the light because neither of us were brave enough to step into the dark.   To this day the smell of eucalyptus and bug spray still takes me there.…

Earth Rewrites

by Dr. Woody McCree You have been bombarded, my friend, Like the moon and mars, which bear the scars Of asteroids pounding 4 billion years past. But you, unlike these wounded giants, bear few such visible scars. You are alive, ever in motion, always healing, Ever reinventing yourself. You are always under revision.