Josephine G Cambridge
On the Seafloor
My mind, memories, and soul came into being—like waking up, only somehow, I was already awake. My dim cabin aboard the Samsa was more...
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Tyler King
Nov 162 min read
virgo
cough in your throat, snake in the woodpile, outside, the poets remember too loudly— quiet, please, time is passing. every morning cracks...
D. J. Bates
Nov 165 min read
Echoes of Solitude
It was time to venture out again. He didn’t particularly enjoy these journeys, but at least they were a reason to escape the monotony...
Mark Connelly
Nov 164 min read
Return of the Callaghans
Jessica parked her Tesla in the drive. Planning to meet Mike at Luigi’s for drinks after a quick shower and change, she didn’t bother to...
Spencer Keene
Nov 161 min read
Scene from a Graveyard
The moon casts her milky drape over stoney gardens—shadowed with crosses stretching the grass. My blistered tongue whispers, entreats...
Zary Fekete
Nov 169 min read
Missionary Childhood
When my father was teaching me how to ride a bike, he also taught me about sin. We lived in Vienna, just having arrived from Minnesota....
Tinamarie Cox
Nov 161 min read
Restless
I live in the house my grandfather built when he was young and strong, and filled with love and dreams. Where I lay me down to sleep was...
Christopher Woods
Nov 161 min read
Bearded Tree
We come to it After a walk Through a field Late afternoon Shadows closing in Sunlight already golden. Old tree, Its beard scraggly...
Maya Rose
Nov 162 min read
high desert
there is more than one way to look at it. outside the wood gift shop there is the desert, the gray hill but the scrub shivers like...
Christopher Woods
Nov 161 min read
Nayarit Night Houses
Perhaps they too were lonely, Not among themselves so much As among their own kind. Loneliness was a hand reaching Through the darkness...
Mahailey Oliver
Nov 162 min read
Despite Cupped Handfuls of Broken Teeth
Have you ever taught a lesson over symbolism to a room full of thirty-three teenagers while holding cupped handfuls of your own...
Marcel Feldmar
Nov 151 min read
this deep hatred of misery
such delightful isolation surrounding as my mind opens up like a gentle stab velvet car crash chewing on knives and I’m speechless...
Christopher Woods
Nov 151 min read
Pearlfisher
Where was he going All that time, Plunging deeper Toward dark water Minutes from the light? He must have known his chances, Hazards of...
Craig Kirchner
Nov 151 min read
Immanence
The highest activity a human being can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free. ...
Hannah Birss
Nov 1510 min read
Communion
Historian’s Note : The following excerpts are from the journal of the nun Floriana de Olmedo as found within the library of St....
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