Melodrama

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… Continue reading I See You Everywhere I Go

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

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… Continue reading Untitled Project 001

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.… Continue reading Outgrowing Novelas

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,… Continue reading give up your daydreams

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