On this frozen, most clouded day,From far away, from far away,Thus much let me now, at least, say;On this olden, most fleeting day,I feel no…
Posts published in “Literary”
When Nothing Rushes In
By CAMPBELL WRIGHT on February 2026
When nothing rushes in to meet youmorning loosening into afternoon, time unbuttoning itself without asking, The day holds its breath with you.Light drifts across the…
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By ZADIE KOLODJI on February 2026
I want all my drawings backI shouldn’t have given them to you It’s not like I owed you anythingI had already paid my dues I…
Literary Issue 2026 – Cycles
By THE TATTLER on January 2026
On authorship
By ZADIE WANG on December 2025
Content warning: sexual assault. My parents raised a writer, and so I refuse to surrender the pen of my defiled body to your hand. I…
Querida Llama Pequeña
By SOL JORDAN on December 2025
Oh, pequeña llama azul, cuando no puedo encender un fuego, eres todo lo que necesito.Sigue ardiendo, mi amor, mi cariño,He tenido un día difícil, y…
“He’s still feeling something,” says my friend.
By SOL JORDAN on December 2025
Oh. You keep me to your back,flickin’ your eyes back fast, when you passafraid that your gaze might catch? You vaulting over the handrail, walk…
Reminiscing of Christmas
By KAITLYN BURKE on December 2025
It was Christmas morning, and the living room was a whirlwind of colors. Red and gold streamers crisscrossed the ceiling, rainbows of color reflecting in…
im calling it honesty
By JULIA KLEINBERG on December 2025
twist up my words in a tangleand tell me im trying too hardas if it isnt you who curdlesthe words which flow from my wriststhey…
The Greatest Treasure
By ELEANOR CLARK on December 2025
It is late, almost midnight. The station’s high glass ceiling would reveal a glorious view of beautiful stars to anyone who cared to look up.…
I wantto press flowers between the pagesof my favorite bookswithout worryingthat the petals will stainthe words I’ve readover and over again I wantto name my…
fibers of what once was
By CORALLUS MEEKS on December 2025
devoted to the tree of whispering allurementI fit figures of arboreal grace along ridges of bark enamored with silent coercion I fight what’s wretched whelve…
The Artist
By CHRIS ERRICHIELLO on December 2025
He twists your regrets, painting you as less than the crowd less than a glance at the dreary landscape you’ve brushed yourself into his studio…
Still
By ACE DUFRESNE on November 2025
She held the box to her heart. Either it was warm, or she was cold. Ralphie had insisted on tying the ribbon that morning, its…
wretched, you
By CORALLUS MEEKS on November 2025
tranquility in time to which pulses that throb inside me swords lain at the altar where rest my swollen woundsblood seeping down steps foundation soaked…
Cries the Wolf (Irish Wolfhound X Grey Wolf)
By GRACE CORNELL on November 2025
Wolf-hearted wolf-hunter, coin-flipping self-eater, Dragon-mother, knight-father, Grizzled-hide tale-twister, Wolfhound and his antonym, Paradox that contradicts: Break your bones, fetch your sticks.Bite-baulker, man-stalker, Wood-skulker, night-sulker, Tail-chaser,…
The First Frost
By JACK PIERETTI on November 2025
The summer wanes, her warmth begins to flee;A fading sun sinks low beyond the hill.The fields lie still beneath a sleeping tree,Their golden hum replaced…
The Collectors
By JULIA KLEINBERG on November 2025
The pebble went tumbling down the road, first in the way she had intended it to go: straight and narrow, an extension of the line…
Everywhere
By NAIMA DEGE on November 2025
I am a bystanderA bystander to it all Two years have passedsince Hell Broke Loose And though a Pillar standsthe Sky still falls All I…
Of Therapy:
By SOL JORDAN on November 2025
She’s too gentle, really. Quiet. We sit. I sit, absurdly, normally, my feet resting on the ground, my hands draped off opposite arm rests. Tick-tock.…
Shattered Vase
By SUSANNE GUIMBRETIERE on November 2025
Cold isthe rage that lies shielded behind close-lipped disappointment spilling out of pinched and scowling eyesonto the tiles belowjoining the shattered pieces of the sentrywho…
With My Last Breath (continued)
By SUSANNE GUIMBRETIERE on November 2025
Content warning: suicide That night in the refectory our table feels quieter than usual. I swear I’m the only one who’s eating, the rest watch…
To my grandmother, who toiled over the name I rarely turn my head to
By ZADIE WANG on November 2025
did you plant mea shoot beneath the soilwith steel roots tearing into the dirt like letter openersand kelly stalks bending at the waist when the…
Tantrum
By ACE DUFRESNE on October 2025
His scream ripped the airHis lungs hollow and rawShards skidded on pavementThen came to a stop. The silence laughedAs he stomped his feet.He broke, thenPerhaps…
May your dreams fly
By CORALLUS MEEKS on October 2025
gold and amaranth clouds frame cornflower blue skiesin twilight but the sunset glows from between her ribsto illuminate the rarest soul wisdom without weightnever louder than the…
The Eye of the Tempest
By DHILAN SETHUPATHY on October 2025
Poets of old have told of such tempests;Where lightning stabs at the earth and sea.Where there is no end, no pause and no respite — Where…
A Light Leans In
By EDIX MARTAK on October 2025
Content warning: suicidal ideation There’s a silence that sings in the marrow of bones, A cold that clings where the warm wind once roamed. The mirror won’t…