December 2018

The ash on my shoes isn’t mine To begin with, or ever. The wispy remains of smoke aren’t mine To breathe in, to taste. The… Read More »The Ash on my Shoes – Andrei Bucaloiu

Yeeesss – turn me on with a single touch, Hooo, my gears are turning, my screen is lighting up. (Please enter password) Ugh, press my… Read More »Sexy Interface – Tyler Luong

I dream of lemon water and thunderstorms; Hiding inside thinking of you. A lemon seed stuck in my straw Stops the flow of water to… Read More »Lemon water – Kathryn Nicolai

walk with me where the sun never sets i want to be where the flowers are blooming take me to a place where honey thrives… Read More »A FIELD OF MARIGOLDS – Mackenzie Ling

Even when the air conditioning breaks in the middle of August I can’t sleep without a blanket. To feel swaddled enough to slip into that… Read More »The Baby Is Sleeping – Haley Mullen

on days that gray, neither mist nor shine, my bones ache for banana leaves, cigarettes and roasted pork belly.   she takes me by the… Read More »Underneath – Greg Estrella