The painting hanging on the wall was unwelcoming and venerable with its twirling winds above the seaside as the thunder rumbled in the oil. The storm mounted above the tropical scene makes me feel small, useless, a flea in a flea market, escaping the harsh crescendo of noise. The mulberr
Typing half-churned poetry, touching screens with a tongue, bearing in mind the doomsday clock. Putting passive voice on resumes, love letters, and easily hacked apps, I think Romanticism is back. The lexicon is overflowing, overtaxing, and overstaying its welcome.The NYC, Luddite teens had a
Trimmed branches bleed ice, Gray grass murmurs, discontent. Clouded dome white weeps. Rippled water Reality distorted. Walking back from class. Small in a big pond Standing at a puddle’s edge Sees upside-down world. Branches together Pointing, reaching, kissing tips Like cathedral doors.
By Gabrielle Crone Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash. At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand. Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Fara Ling Ah Ma, A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]