Memories

by Miranda Rodriguez I thought of you today Bur that’s nothing new I thought about you yesterday And days before that too I think of you in silence and in my head I sometimes speak your name All I have are memories And your pictures in a frame Your memory is a keepsake From which…

Socks

by Alexis Givens When my friends ask me “How are you different?” I say, “Well, let’s start with my socks. When I’m hot I put them on so I can be cold. Or my hair. No matter how much you comb or brush it, it has a mind of its own, like a jungle. Or…

Sinking In

Sinking In

by Made Line My stomach sinking into itself While the sirens Rise Another taken by fate Sitting alone, hoisted high above the ground Covered with leaves and abandoned homes The chill of the wind blowing In my face while Little voices talk, and then all of the sudden A Bomb! I am in my own…