Ichorous Hamartia by Eliza Bratt

Who taught Icarus to run from home? To run to golden arms of unsettling perfection? To hold tight to something so beyond reach it would be his undoing? Did he know? That each second spent would slowly steal the color from his hair? That each kiss would leave a darkened sun-mark on his sand-pale skin?…

Cinder-Elliott by Amanda Schlicter

Long ago in a land far away, A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play. He was happy and free ’til that sad day came When his mother died and step-father placed blame. Years passed and Elliot toiled His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled. One day a change came by, When a royal messenger did…

Poem of Love by Harley Robar

when I think of the crazy things that life hath given us so far, I think of how far we have come how far we can go. stop looking back dear look into my eyes and see the future I see see your glory in my eyes you are not any more than you need…

The Devil Went Down to Albuquerque by Zoe Coats

The Devil went down to Albuquerque God knows why He went to the place Where dreams go to die He wore a hooded cloak To bask in his own tenebrosity He took some anger management To fix his animosity The road was long And the cucumber green In Albuquerque he found A bloody scene Most…

Ichorous Hamartia by Eliza Bratt

Who taught Icarus to run from home? To run to golden arms of unsettling perfection? To hold tight to something so beyond reach it would be his undoing? Did he know? That each second spent would slowly steal the color from his hair? That each kiss would leave a darkened sun-mark on his sand-pale skin?…

Chasing the Requiem by Erica Hansen

Disguised in animosity and briskly walking She boarded the ship The sea gently rocking She could smell adventure in the salty ocean air The constable eyed her strangely As she chewed on her hair She tried to control her breathing Which would have been easier if she hadn’t been grieving The entanglement, still fresh in…

The Space Between by Zoe Coats

Inhale. I could wax poetic About how time flies I’d write you a poem Stuffed with decadent lies Doubtless it would rhyme And mimic Dr. Seuss It would sound like a song And taste like an excuse But what would be the point?   These words are a seeping syrup That varnishes each limb They…

Nature in Chaos (assorted haiku) by Everett Lewark

Cattails reeds stick up circling a pond the air smells of ash Bloom cherry blossoms lie on cement sneezes echo Fort a dog plays in snow mounds nestled on an SD card Salsify hands tremble down the moonlit hill seeds float in wind Old Tree in the cool of night tree branches worn to stumps…

Burning Cloth by Landon Shuey

A napkin? Or was it another word, probably lost to time Yet another piece of erased history, soon before its prime A candle blown out by the sleight of hand An ashen cloth carries itself across the land The spider caws, the crow weaves Soon to be whispered slowly upon unbroken dead leaves The candle…

The Flood

  The Flood By Cindy Jewkes The window fills with muddy wet so fast, we can’t make a gain. We’re fish in an aquarium during the sudden summer rain. My feet go on a polar plunge, bullets of ice on skin leave pain. Must guide the flood away from home during the sudden summer rain….

The craziest person I ever knew… by Cherise Gerrish

The craziest person I ever knew… packed his meager necessities, closed the door behind him, walked away from joy, drove beyond grief, pitched a tent beside chili peppers, bathed in the sunshine and a rain barrel, drank beer with the widowers, laughed with the children, painted his name on the desert sky, until his freed…

Go to waste by Carlos Santana

  never knew how to let a bottle go to waste I love the feeling hate the taste I did it till I loved what I hate I did it till I loved what I hate Feeling like I’m too far gone it’s like the moon I’m on Can’t Breathe with these holes left from…

Cinder-Elliott by Amanda Schlichter

Long ago in a land far away, A boy named Cinder-Elliot did play. He was happy and free ’til that sad day came When his mother died and step-father placed blame. Years passed and Elliot toiled His step-brothers poked fun, his happy plans foiled. One day a change came by, When a royal messenger did…

December by Reina Bautista

  a cold night in december of 2000 beeping of monitors and the chatter of nurses fill the room eyes begin to open, seeing new life this was it at 9:35pm we meet for the very first time the day our adventure had begun celebrating birthdays together almost like twins sort of being only a…

Until the Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again by Emma Serrano

Cold air pricks at my throat as I take a deep breath Sheets of snow cover the train tracks below This station has long since been abandoned So why do I still linger? You promised we would one day meet again “When the branches sprout blossoming petals” It seems that time will never come for…

Daydreaming by Riley McGee

Daydreaming Flying, Transcending All of the pain, All of the worry Dissipates as his soul escapes his body A lucid vision of ecstasy Yearning for something greater the rhythm guides him Searching for a purpose, the lyrics make him feel found Carefree, Joyful An unexplainable excitement, An unexplainable happiness The scenery of mountains and fields…

The Weed in the Garden by Norma Keeney

I am looked upon as an annoyance that grows where grass should grow. I tower over the grass with my beautiful display of yellow flowers. Nevertheless, I am much more than that. I have the power to heal the human body. The liver loves me and cancer runs away from me. Yet, humans step on…

Everything Gets Better! by Abby Moser

“Have you been feeling down, hopeless, or depressed?” No, because that’s not quite how I feel But my body is weary and tired Not willing itself to move Each morning an agonizing crawl To get out of the bed That has seen too much It understands that I crave the comfort And I am not…

Dread by Luca Lovato

I can’t believe I’m here. visited by an old friend The cold embracing me tightly In its disgusting falsely used love Lifting my feet, I bring my knees to my chest My pale hands gripping the boney shins While roots grow out of my head to display little orange containers of light They’re beautiful, the…

Confliction and Acceptance (Confliction Part Two) by Flynn Kleppe

  Confliction Conflicting feelings, thoughts, ideas Apologizing for being a burden (even to myself) I’m trying to teach myself that logically, I am not a burden Anyone who says so isn’t needed in my life But after having these thoughts For so long And so often There’s no treasure map or instructions, Just a blank…

A Blanket by Kadie Jones

  That’s all that was left, to show she had even been there in the first place. The red plaid fleece and Sherpa sat on the bed all by its lonesome, to remind him that no matter what, that would be her home. Some people leave their toiletries. You know, the ones that you can…

Jay by Anna Johnson

  Jay He answers the door and asks “How’s my favorite EMT?” Jay has been here before and remembers me This time Jay asks “what’s going on with this toilet?” 6’0” tall he stands in the door At 62 years young with glasses to show it With those white New Balance shoes too you know…

Posted by Noah Berris

The death of American sportsmanship and liberty Will come at the hands of barbed wire fence and “No Trespassing” signs We will no longer be allowed to roam as barefoot children under big skies and rocky peaks The trout will still rise and the elk will still bugle But these things will be shackled to…

Ohio by Noah Berris

Do you remember the day you were born? Your mother’s cries shaking the walls of your wegiwa. While the lead from the white men splintered your home, And took your father from you. Do you remember the sounds of your squalls? The way they fluttered through the air like a hamo searching for an orchid….

Mittens by Breanna Lloyd Green

  I was like a doll, Ragged and torn, On the verge of falling apart, Then you came into my life, And started to parch me up. But now that you are gone, I am starting to tear again, I miss your hugs, I miss your inquiries on how I am, I miss you constant…

Christmas Caps by Brooke Pippin

  My father emphasized traditions and Christmas was no exception Always, button up shirts and glasses of eggnog around the dinner table Regardless of heavy and  humid Decembers in Alabama But none was heavier than when his seat was left bare My mother bought the biggest tree, it scraped the ceiling And never had I…