By Charlie Z If I was a slice of pie I’d be just that a slice You had my brothers and sisters at a family dinner But left me without...

By Kat W I’ll never get to come home, so I’ll have to make one of myself. They’ve woven minerals into the cold Connecticut grass, rich in...

Anonymous New York City A city of crowded busses and busy subways Yellow taxis and the people who drive them Tourists and scams A...

Anonymous I remember that day every time I see mint. She had a key chain with a container of MINT hand sanitizer, empty. I should have...

A Pantoum Poem by Ellen L Days alone turned to loneliness Nights of longing woke me to a need Pages of social media planted a seed By...

Anonymous Willowing waters surrounding my father While he dances with my mother As the storm drips down onto her eyelashes My father and...

By Emily B We are, as artists, fundamentally trying to capture the unimaginable depth of human emotion. The drive to express and perfect...

by Kat W I was a fresh fourteen the first time my blurry eyes followed the steep, winding mountain road through the car window, before...

Artwork and Poem by Jeremy R I didn't believe in soulmates Until 7:15 on a Monday evening. How could one simple action surpass The...