Summer Love

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Brigita Przybylski Why does summer love  Look like an ice cream cone? Sweet and messy Soft and fragile  Childlike  Sticky fingers And stained white shirts  Chocolate lips  And a forbidden kiss  With a cherry on top 

An Ode to the Meadows

Photo by Aimy Paulsen By Aimy Paulsen I’VE COME TO LOVE THE HEAT THAT SKIN-SCORCHING BLISTERING HEAT BECAUSE WHAT IS BEING FROM HERE IF NOT FOR THOSE POST-5th GRADE SUMMER DAYS WITH MY BEST FRIEND TAKING OUR SCOOTERS ‘ROUND THE CUL-DE-SAC GETTING FLIP-FLOP TANS THROWING ROCKS IN THE NEIGHBOR’S SWIMMING POOL BECAUSE PRETEEN LIFE DIDN’T…… Continue reading An Ode to the Meadows

June Babies

Photo by Natalia Lee By Natalia Lee They say June babies love the heat. They make flowers bloom at the sight of their smile. And I, being one of them, do not like the heat no—-I, made the flowers and trees bloom their mightiest bloom up to the blues of the sky all while burning…… Continue reading June Babies

Everything

Photo by Ian Watson By Ian Watson The constant hum from thousands of desert cicadas paired with a scorching dry heat provide consistency and comfort, My skin goes from white to red in an instant; The soles of my shoes begin to distress upon walking on the rocky dirt that surrounds everything I know, I…… Continue reading Everything

Nighttime Swimming

Photo by Brigita Przybylski By Brigita Przybylski Moonlight shining Hot tub diving Your body glows Our eyes blink slow  Reflections of stars shine  As I call you mine  Nighttime secrets  A love beacon  Pulling you close Touching our noses I feel you exhale  Movements like a snail  Your hand caresses My heart confesses A longing…… Continue reading Nighttime Swimming

Flowers Still Grow

Photo by Aian Tabor By Molly Zofia As many will already know, June is Pride Month. For the theme of Unity, I worked with several contributors (who remain anonymous) to create a poetry piece about what it feels like to be unable to openly celebrate Pride. Pride can be a lonely time for members of…… Continue reading Flowers Still Grow