On this walk, as with all days,I move,until the moon,usurps the sun.The songs of life ongoing,do their best, to fill the barren space,you once occupied.Is it hubris,to say, you are the best there ever was.Daydreams of our eleventh hour,what I could have articulated, differently.How life could change so irrevocably in your absence.Why the sun burns…
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I slept with someone who looked like youUnder the sheetsVodka visionSwiping your face with hisPlastic toy camera, slide show Diving into the square fantasyThe reel is blurryAnything close is good enough. He had a different laughForgiving dark eyesAttention directed at my chestEdge of a cliff, falling inCharming, genuine smileHis touch warm like tea in the…
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With November amber jewel tonesThere’s a gold drip in your eyes.The world goes by in patterns,Time will continue to fly.I know I’m yours,Still, you know you’re not mine.With this pale December chill,I have finally seen,How I can care for you,And you don’t care for me. Erica Palis is a 25-year old college student from New…
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The sun was bright as Adrianne stepped out of her house and settled the large black hat on her head. The well-worn, floppy brim had been trained to fold just so in order to perfectly keep the sun from her eyes without impeding her vision. It provided the well needed relief for her to see…
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I am four-years-old. Sitting on the edge of the porcelain tub while my mother paints on her cat-eyes. It is not enough to watch her in the reflection of the tri-fold mirror. I want her to face me, to feel her arms around me, to squeeze me until bedtime. Instead, she sprays her sweeping up-do…
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Saba Ajmal’s poem, “Hide & Seek” delves into the depths of the human mind and memories. She’s a lecturer in at a University in Pakistan.
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