Being Cool – A Poem by Kirsty Strickland
Being Cool I miss the 90’s, It was easy to be cool Wearing kickers, hooped earrings, and rolled up skirts to school. I knew what I had to do, I knew what I […]
Poetry
palmate heart – a poem by Charles Ray Hastings Jr.
heart is hand paled lines folding to meet either side stemming creases lost trailing into swirls of prints in the shade of your ribs lines are stories stems are loves prints are the lonely […]
Celestial Undertow
The watercolors blend into something intangible. We are frightened and have forgotten how to breathe. My back aches. I can’t stop the bleeding. Your eyes are vacant now. All the feeling has stopped and you […]
buckling & bruising
is there something in your eyes when your fingers work too fast at unwinding my threads a spindle gathering my colors so that you can misuse them however you like is there something in your […]