I want the autumn days that turn into autumn eveningsand I want us to skip straight over winter andright to spring,taking a brief detour into summer before popping back into autumn.I want slightly cold breezes so you can lend me your scarf,I want to protest that you’ll be cold and be silenced with a kiss, … Continue reading Little Somethings
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The Space Between Seconds
Snow makes everything so quiet doesn’t it?Even your heartbeat, usually thrumming in your ears, or the ticking of the giant clock in the kitchen that reverberates through the house, careening off the high ceilings to trickle in under your doorway, sneaking into your awareness. Even the soft creaking of the house as it sighs and settles and wonders when … Continue reading The Space Between Seconds
Let’s
Let’s dramatically feed each other grapes and sing poems at the top of our lungs. Let’s try a new dance we saw online and trip over our own feet, into one another. Maybe we can link our arms and skip down a narrow street,trying to make the other one step on a crack. Maybe a bird will chirp at us … Continue reading Let’s
Summer Skin
A peculiar feeling of bittersweetnesslike shedding your summer skin to make room for the rawness of autumn,cold breezes penetrating deep into your bones.You’ve been asleep for months, lulled by the warmth and humidityof things being “just fine,”when the sharp tongue of the first breeze hits your cheek,shocking you awake and making you burrow into your covers,only … Continue reading Summer Skin
Mums for Sale pt. II
by Alex McCurdy Our love was sketched Like a painting of a still life A representation Of what we only wished to taste Creation designed Stretched and primed Across each fiber Of our beings Resolute in meaning Absent in dissolution Yearning like the mouth Before the kill Knowing the marriage Of our lips Is as … Continue reading Mums for Sale pt. II
Pendulum
by Andrew LaLuz Those sweltering summer days couldn't contain the crawl of a cold sweat on nights I awoke from warm dreams of you, to a cool bed without you. You might wake up on mornings like this and feel cold and empty yourself. The subdued hues of blooming winter blues arriving vibrant and early. … Continue reading Pendulum
Almond Slivered Moon
by Elise Leibowitz The soft undulations of honey silk Melted grey wool on days with dewey frost Deep dark velvet breaths of surrender Reclamation Pronunciation Exhalation To love, one must lose Oneself In their mind And step into their heart Return Vanquishing Step upon step Oh almond slivered moon They have arrived Home To chat … Continue reading Almond Slivered Moon
Eau-de-vie, New Year’s Eve, 2000
by Nathan James Fireworks crackle over Bronson Park; the crowd hoots. You mention your toes are numb despite your shoes, so we walk hand-in-hand to a booth and I buy you a warm brandy. I say: We're standing on the rim of a century. Your reply—Two centuries—is tinny, dressed in blue. I think: Tonight is … Continue reading Eau-de-vie, New Year’s Eve, 2000
The Life-Saving Importance of Available, Affordable Parking
by Ian Watts A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. Looking for an apartment where I can get residential parking. Red line to brown to the 73 so as not to worry about parking. Get to work early to snatch that premier parking, or snoozing through nine again (we have a … Continue reading The Life-Saving Importance of Available, Affordable Parking
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
Write Then & There 