By Lev P It is 60 degrees outside this morning, but it is cold. I work out, out of breath, but I am shivering. The air is nowhere near...

By Emily B Cloud Fever, stuck like cotton in my head, like piles of dandelions on a summers end. Paler than the moon, quieter too. When...

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...