by Daniel Feldman A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. That’s what I said to my now ex-girlfriend as she asked me what my non-negotiables would be for our hypothetical future wedding. Easy parking and a good view, I explained. She wanted a live band and for there to be no … Continue reading Non-Negotiables
Tag: moving on
and I wanted to
I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
Life’s a Play
I felt happy that day, and beautiful, truly beautiful. The right side of the bed followed me everywhere that morning; my teeth were extra sparkly and my eyes matched. I rejoiced in feeling not a single shred of anxiety, of guilt, of self-loathing. I was beautiful and intelligent and kind, the world smiled at me … Continue reading Life’s a Play
After Franz Wright
by Brian Riggins You’ve seen the movie before. A kid barely manages to catch a bus. He’s leaving home. Or maybe he’s finally going home. Other popular destinations include “somewhere” and “anywhere but here.” Soybeans press up against the highway. It’s impossible to measure progress unless the Greyhound approaches a pothole or a mile marker. … Continue reading After Franz Wright
A Work in Progress
by Bridget Conway I've never been particularly good at practicing self-love. Actually, if I'm honest with myself, I've never even been good at self-“like”. Since I was seventeen, I've struggled with chronic depression. I suffer from obsessive negative thought spirals, in which either: (a) my mind generates the worst-case scenario for any given situation and … Continue reading A Work in Progress
Identity
by Anon I know I'm not the only one that went through this at some point in life: Depression. Depression is dark, powerful, and sometimes inescapable. It's an epidemic among us that most of us keep silent because we're afraid to show our peers that we're weak and vulnerable. After months of whirlwind emotion, a … Continue reading Identity
Good Enough
by Emily Vulcano I threw up after most of my meals when I was young, because I had a boyfriend who would say to me, “Really? you’re going to eat THAT?” in the cafeteria. I lost friends after he said they only talked to me because I look like a slut. I walked with my … Continue reading Good Enough
The Beauty of the Honey Bee
by Alec Meyer French girl Mavae Bonjour Your eyes are beautiful- here's a flower. I have eyes for you but eyes are all eyes eyes eyes for your seductive thighs. French girl Mavae Rouge is a ripe tomato at the same time, we could both say, "Oh." French girl Mavae Crepes, kiesh, and sheesh, you … Continue reading The Beauty of the Honey Bee
157
As the sun finally sets, and dusk settles in, I write your name in the sand for the 157th time. For the 157th time, the water rushes forward and laps it up, as though to remind me that I should just forget you. I write it again, And before I finish the last loop, the water … Continue reading 157
Your Clothes
i gave him your clothes and what made me smile most was that he looked better in your clothes than you ever did.
