Tag: poem

  • Your Favorite Guitar

    Your Favorite Guitar

    You strum me with the guitar picks I gave you.I am your audience and instrument.I know all your favorite songs.You love the music we’ve made,Even if you only brought me to a show once.I hear you’re learning new chords,But not with me.Never with me.You say you don’t want to wear…

  • Shouts and Breathes

    Shouts and Breathes

    Doomed to die,I learned to enjoy the sound of explosives.My tears are fireworks,my sorrow’s a guide.The streets are the war scenes andI won’t put up a fight.My thoughts in slow motion,buildings falling apart,your face on the banners,but someone’s tearing it down.And so, it starts,I become the dispassionate observer of your…

  • Formatting Your Writing for Submission

    Formatting Your Writing for Submission

    Formatting your work for submission is what allows your writing to be readable. If your material isn’t formatted correctly, it can be difficult to read, and when editors are faced with dozens of content to sift through, you may not stand out in the way you want to. Here, we’re…

  • From the Bay of Monterey By Margaret Marcum

    From the Bay of Monterey By Margaret Marcum

    White scalloped sandsdrape my land of familiarity.Fishermen cast their lonely hooks,under bird’s vigilance. Waves beg to be set free whiletumult prevails throughout currents—Skies reflect solitude’s melancholy gray. A single indigo flower bloomson the dunes where countless danced before.Passion bleeds from fragmented driftwood,encompassing each story unique, old and manyuntold. Margaret Marcum is…

  • Quarantine by Morgan Bazilian

    Quarantine by Morgan Bazilian

    Dog The dogwalks herself,essentially. She sniffs aroundin some kind ofshock. It all soundsso silent, soempty. She stares downa lone bunnyin a huge field. That field opensto the whole world,a universe. Expanding,and almost entirelywithout matter. Couch The children call it a couch.It is blueand fulland comfyand they fight mildlyfor the blue…

  • Torrents of me

    Torrents of me

    I’m a peaceful hurricane and the safest nuclear weapon,a drought in the desert,and a flood in the ocean.I’m the sun that shines but never burns your skin,A drunk driver – who comes out at nightAnd pretends she had lost the keys.I’m a love junkie,living with constant need to give loveand…

  • Chrysalis By Matt Maraynes

    Chrysalis By Matt Maraynes

    Caterpillar sleeps,wakes up a butterfly. New look, new senses, new reality, no less true. Everything remains, andeverything is changed. Perhaps the butterfly wonders, too, what it feels like each dayto sit up and yawn,and wake up as you. Matt is a writer and filmmaker from New York. His favorite plants are African Violets, his favorite shark…

  • The Plant You Brought Me

    The Plant You Brought Me

    Sometimes, I ask myself how could you trust me to care, even for a plant.Maybe, you didn’t know. Things I love and things I hate have the same ending; they die.I used to feel everything at the same time,but now I wake up every morning,walk by the plant you brought…

  • My Father’s Jamun Tree By Sufia Khatoon

    My Father’s Jamun Tree By Sufia Khatoon

    My gardener exerts that I uprootmy father’s jamun* tree.It has failed to yield fruits this year—It has failed to conform. My father finds it hardto feel anything at all. I should part with it—without the promise ofjamuni* flowers.Without a purposeit is futile to love it. In the heated afternoonI hold…