By Ben Sanchez Gasping for breath, My essence stifled by the weight of my harrowed thoughts. Before the mirror, I stand, Nauseous, The...

By Chris Barras Fragments of the past lie sharp around the house memories that gouge and tear deep inside a person’s soul catching tight...

By Martin Jones One day it happens and you vanish, maybe as you ponder verbs in Spanish, strange to think, or worse, outlandish. First,...

By Ginger Lee Freckles like stars strewn upon her back arching toward the heavens She is his light in darkness and his only constant in...

By Jade Walker I anoint my body in lavender Run freely in solitude with only the wolves as company Raise up my sacred sickle in my right...

By Lillibit Ray Hopping on the escalator taking no steps, a man floats down, underground, to catch a subway train traveling, not always...

By Erika Jane Leave me gutted A grisly mess of flesh and bone Bespoke scars a staple To this home of ligaments A heartbeat A forgotten...

By E.A. Blakley It begins at the end. Your eyes are open, though unseeing: You are not awake— Yet. The chilling wind surrounds, Stirs a...

By CareLuv weary with the momentum of generations woven into me my mother stands on my grandmother’s shoulders - I stand on my mother’s...

By Jay Horan ༻✧༺ take my scars with these scars i rise in southernland i rise on an equine i rise on these rails i rise with my strings i...

By Christopher Sedgwick Death my guardian angel or sin Provider of the truth and lie I am in A world denounced and people So putrified...

By Tom Robert Roy I met a someone, middle-aged or less, We had a date, she wore a stunning dress, Her bargain makeup plied to win a race...

By Universal Shiva That day you took that rope, Before your last breath, Believed there was no hope, Ready to face death. I often wonder...

By Christopher Sedgwick Leave it up to me To forget about the sea The salty sweated kisses Sand dunes, licked by breeze Our hearts beat...

By Maisie Barlow The sun is shining but there’s a dull ache, I should be feeling happy but I can’t shake this strange feeling of...

By Sara Louise Wheeler Dr Sara Louise Wheeler has Waardenburg Syndrome Type 1, and she is exploring all aspects of her embodied...

By Safiyyah Altaf You were growing on me Like moss awakening and attaching Mass awakening and hatching Divine orchestration of the...

By Gemma Green I ask that you keep me around as a courtesy And that courtesy keeps me as pristine as she found me Spry, and with a bundle...

By Zaphkiel Feathers ruffled, the bird sits With friends, though they are alone. They want to go home, It is too hot here in the Sun, But...

By C.J. These are the words of a drifting mind. My pride, my pain, my guilt...my ever distant muse of fortune. Through the sear of regret...