Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich In early June, theBreeze off the lake feels like theTouch of a lover.
Category: Poetry
Good Omens
Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Cait Thomson
May 16, 2015
Photo by Natasha Kalsi By Natasha Kalsi The sun was setting softly down by the river; Spring’s gentle breeze caressed my face. We were lying in a hammock bodies intertwined; my head nestled against your chest and your arms around my waist. I recall breathing in the fresh cotton aroma of your favourite t-shirt which…… Continue reading May 16, 2015
Mud on the carpet
Photo by Aian Tabor By Molly Zofia I waited in all manner of places For a good day to begin. Basking in blue laced lights and A lust for liberation from All that could be defined by my superiors as A good day for a girl Enveloping our wrists and waists With surgeon-like conformity. I…… Continue reading Mud on the carpet
The Simple Joy
Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Stephanie Mamonto In the time of quarantine I was craving more sweets than I could ever imagine memes and live IGs made me sick They made me occasionally forget what I really like or do not like, all the sense of oneself, you know, before this crisis. Time flows as…… Continue reading The Simple Joy
Old Friend
Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Alex Zavala Hey there, old friend, remember when you fought for our future when I thought I wanted it all to end? Back then, life couldn’t be any smoother You see, old friend, we followed our own lone paths, but when our friendship met its bookend, I wasn’t there to…… Continue reading Old Friend
Empty Mind
Photo by Linaelys Cabrera By Lianelys Cabrera We can almost see the light at the end,But is this really the end?Sorrow comesTo remind us who we left behind.Good days all around,But where is my mind?Overwhelming thoughts and feelingsAll starts to accumulate.I then ask,Why this body, why this brain?But I close my eyes and seeThe world…… Continue reading Empty Mind
The Cottage In November/A Haiku
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich For Taylor At the cottage, we had the same breakfast almost every morning: you had peanut butter and granola on a slice of sourdough bread so big we had to toast it by broiling it in the oven, and I had the same thing, except with bananas and…… Continue reading The Cottage In November/A Haiku
Time/death
Photo by Athena Rajnai By Athena Rajnai back then you grabbed Father time by his collar and kept begging for more like the coy, soft fawn our eyes glistened prismatic hues when summer came and in the winter were drenched in fear its skin was warm and undisturbed for but a moment and its rib…… Continue reading Time/death
Seven Going On Twenty-Five
Photo by Natasha Kalsi By Natasha Kalsi No one tells you at eighteen that by the time you’re twenty-five, you’ll want nothing more than to be seven years old again. I remember always playing badminton in my backyard. The air thick with the lush smell of freshly cut grass. The icecream truck down the road…… Continue reading Seven Going On Twenty-Five
