Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Fingertips Soft, little distractions upon my skin. In Your Arms Truly warm, I breathe.
Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Citra Benazir I think I need therapy.It’s 4:18, Thursday morning. People are asleep.I am awake.Trying to distract myself with work when all I can think about is you. Oh, how I loathe you now. Yes, I love you.I still do.I hate you.I hate you.I hate you.I do.As much as I…… Continue reading The Disturbance
Photo by Cait Thomson By Cait Thomson what if a soulmate wasn’t a person,but a place,a moment.the night sky five seconds after dusk,in the piece of time between navy blue and black.a city street in a snowstorm,so deafeningly quiet it stops the world for an instant.a beach, deserted at dawn,dolphins swimming to keep pace as…… Continue reading A Moment
Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich The fields in the Finger Lakes are wide and lonely, far from people. But sometimes, something glitters in them like light on the water, like an almost-forgotten memory that is still warm to the touch like sunlight in September, a memory that is sometimes reminiscent of a distant…… Continue reading Fields
Photo by Cait Thomson By Cait Thomson 2021 maybe this year i won’t resolve to d r o p the weight or to make myself d i s a p p e a r or to make myself small but instead love myself exactly how i am on each lucky new morning
Photo by Athena Rajnai By Athena Rajnai
Photo by Sophie Warrick By Sophie Warrick less hesitationyou hesitated to make a resolutions listand so looked up “alternatives to resolutions”resolutions seems too finalresolutions seem to never be resolvedresolutions seem dumbbut you can do a more or lesslista more or less listmore of this and less of thatmore of the things you likeless of the…… Continue reading More Or Less
Photo by Athena Rajnai By Athena Rajnai Tradition is a beautiful thing, especially when it involves the people that you love. In these 3 poems, I tried my best to outline the phases of creating traditions alongside someone, having those traditions tarnished and broken, and the eventual healing process of it all. I’ve not had…… Continue reading Traditions Past