who i’d like to trade places with (in no particular order)
Photo by Angie Shenouda By Angie Shenouda the mother at the self checkout line next to me with chocolate milk in her cart the baby poisonous scorpion i found under my bed and almost stepped on last summer the man we saw on the way home selling bundles of pastel flowers with his wife the…
Rediscovering Photography in the Desert
Photo by Eryn DuChene By Eryn DuChene Having never traveled further west than Buffalo, NY, I boarded the plane to Las Vegas not knowing what to expect. The only knowledge I had of this place was from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and the alluring presence most bring up when talking about “Sin City.”…
I See You Everywhere I Go
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…
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…
Untitled Project 001
Photo by Riley Lauren Lynch By Riley Lauren Lynch Untitled Project 001 is an exploration of permanence, loss and performance. Made out of candle materials, this piece is meant to be lit aflame until it is no longer present. The art then exists in the wax runoff, the burning flames and the scent that lingers…
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…
Outgrowing Novelas
Photo by Ahri Vi By Ahri Vi I used to love novelas. My fondest memories are of those sitting next to my grandma on the bed, in front of those old-school, chunky black TVs. There, I was completely enthralled in whatever ridiculous storyline Telemundo came up with in order to entertain señoras across the US.…
give up your daydreams
Photo by Katie Richards By Katie Richards feelings are hard. it’s probably something we’ve said for centuries, because it’s true. they show up when you least expect them to, when you don’t want them to. when they hit, it’s like you’re a completely different person. you’ll keep it secret from some of your friends, too,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Kindergarten 