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…
Posts published in “Literary”
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…
Blank
By NAIMA DEGE on October 2025
Distilled in silenceThe eerie soundof empty spaceencompasses every aspect of life Total sense of reality is robbed when you pass soundlessly through the world Is…
Phobos/Deimos
By JULIA KLEINBERG on October 2025
i cannot will not put into words the words which pound through my own veins corrupting lungs intoxicating my very muscle fibers while my limbs…
Soot
By SOL JORDAN on October 2025
It’s a cool night in early August. Just soon enough in the season to shake off what we call reality and not late enough to…
Your Thought and Prayers
By SUSANNE GUIMBRETIERE on October 2025
Content warning: blood, death, guns, school shooting Thank you for your thoughts and prayersI’ll take them to my grave But thoughts can’t stop your bulletsAnd…
bowline
By ZADIE WANG on October 2025
it was easy to lie for a whileto let wind tangle truth back into my throatlike fishing line and yetwhen my name was said as…
In My Mother’s Head
By CORALLUS MEEKS on September 2025
In my mother’s headthe poetry writes itself whether it bethe warm sunlit lake wateror a cooling offshore windagainst her poised figure whether it bethe sharp…
Unknown Brand. $5.
By ZADIE WANG on September 2025
I am beautiful gingham printorphaned for five dollarsat the resale store they love to hold mewhile my hem unravels and call me vintage.
Un-American (adj.)
By ACE DUFRESNE on September 2025
1.to choosefamiliesyou won’t meet.to choose. 2.to breathe inmore smokethan allotted.to breathe. 3.to diefor your child’schanceto live.
Do Me a Favor
By JULIA KLEINBERG on September 2025
Do not pity meFor my qualitiesFor my quantityI’m not yoursTo Judge Do not change meThe core thingsThat make meI’m not yoursTo Mold If you want…
A Fleeting Existence
By CORNELIA YE on September 2025
Most of their ephemeral lives are spent sealed in plastic bottles,waiting to be freed by the careful breath of a child. Their firstimpulse is toward…