Photo by Brigita Przybylski By Brigita Przybylski I see you everywhere I go Your face is sculpted in the white clouds Each shadow and highlight made from the sunlight That beats in the sky, your heart a yellow blinding my sight And your name is signed in the stars Handwriting connected through a constellation I…… Continue reading I See You Everywhere I Go
Category: Poetry
four short poems on love
Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Cait Thomson I my hummingbird heart rests on my sleeve before zipping off again foolish or brave fluttering madly either way II what is the point of life if not to tell someone you love them every day with every breath until you are dead in the ground what is…… Continue reading four short poems on love
To Spell Words Other Than His Name
Photo by Natasha Kalsi By Natasha Kalsi How do I write about anything else when his face is tattooed on the inside of my eyelids? After careful thought and consideration, I have determined that it is not possible. And you may think “Oh silly girl, he’s only one person and you have a man who…… Continue reading To Spell Words Other Than His Name
I don’t feel like myself anymore
Photo by Molly Zofia By Molly Zofia I don’t feel like myself anymore On the curb side of a dream Looking back over my shoulder At the girl I so wanted to be Glimmering, pure and Blessed by Venus Only disillusioned by my Grazed knees on concrete Eyes filled with fallen stars Reflecting faces- so…… Continue reading I don’t feel like myself anymore
A mini series of melodramatic villanelles
Photo by Sydney Shaffer By Sydney Shaffer space exploration So I fall into continents and cars I stretch miles to the moon You you you are my bright blue star This trip to magic is by far the faint echo of my June swoon falling into continents and cars I want to write myself into…… Continue reading A mini series of melodramatic villanelles
Drunk on Love
Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Madison Kleinrock-Andrews I’ve never been drunk before. (I know I need a reason. My father was an alcoholic. Is an alcoholic? He’s not dead. Just gone. Is that a good enough reason?) But if I ever did get drunk, I imagine that it would feel the way that I did…… Continue reading Drunk on Love
Temperature
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich This December The snow falls beneath the streetlights, My guardian angel, As soft as it ever has— Saying you name and touching my face. The clouds are as bright as day. I squint upwards towards each of the one million tiny, white prayers. – It feels like it…… Continue reading Temperature
where dandelions grow
Photo by Lianelys Cabrera By Angie Shenouda i roll out of bed before 1pm and water my plants for the first time in months i throw away a dozen empty water bottles and free the floor of dirty laundry i roll open the bathroom drawer and throw away six flattened crest tubes i told myself…… Continue reading where dandelions grow
Emily Dickinson: Through a Queer Lens
Photo by Sydney Shaffer By Sydney Shaffer Taylor Swift’s version of the Emily and Sue love story As a lesbian poet, I have always looked up to and loved Emily Dickinson. In my high school English class we read “Because I could not stop for Death” by Dickinson. I remember that moment as feeling my…… Continue reading Emily Dickinson: Through a Queer Lens
And I’m Not Going to Die Alone
Photo by Aiden Nelson By Aiden Nelson and I’m going to eat bananas for breakfast and I’m going to make lavender syrup for my iced coffees and I’m going to smile and have it be real and I’m going to dance at 2am outside the empty cinema and I’m going to cry so hard I…… Continue reading And I’m Not Going to Die Alone
Kindergarten 