by Daniella Albanese I ask myself, who are you? And where are you going? Do you know who you want to be yet? Are you here with me? Are you …
By Now or Then
Category: Poetry
Phone Booth
by Michele Thorpe At five years old I had one new tooth. Late at night, through a cracked door knob, I heard my mother whisper in her little phone booth. …
Spaldeen
by Beth Ann Mastromarino I bounced my well-worn Spaldeen next to me on the stoop. The beat was an unintentional rhythm for my father’s conversation. He and my uncle were …
First World Problem
by Marvellous Maeze It is here I stand resolute, purely inure My flesh, silky onyx ink spilled from a quill Existing within a fever dream not of my own design …
Bare
by Cindy Gecaj The vapor in the room, condensed itself into tendrils, all thick and syrupy. They coiled around my neck, tight enough to bleed through skin. We were in …
Chipped Polish
by Cindy Gecaj Let’s make it cheap and drink from paper cups as we repaint the walls on our own. We’ll spend our Sundays looking for yard sales and start …