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
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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
Dear Chicago
by Mo David Dear Chicago, I have made several adult decisions based solely on convenient parking, so it should come as no surprise that I take my immediate comfort very seriously. Some might say it’s the only thing I take seriously. But I still find much of my life distinctly uncomfortable. This is surely someone … Continue reading Dear Chicago
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
It’s Untitled
by Ella Kleinman A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. And by convenient parking I mean wherever I can conveniently park this ass. Gone are the days where “standing room only” appeals to me. Sometimes I wonder if everyone else has to fight through the same fatigue as I do just … Continue reading It’s Untitled
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
the corner of your eye
it flits just out of sight, enough to make you rub your eyes and wonder if you really saw it. a breeze and a buzz around your ear, a giggle that echoes gently as you whip your head around and fail to see it once more.
Residue
He told me that small spiders will jump from tree to tree, bush to bush, letting a delicate string carry them safely on the wind, leaving residue behind that we walk into in the mornings. I listened, absorbed, nodded and wondered where my own string would lead if I jumped away from him.
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
On the Subject of Time
by Morgan Venezia Over the past few years, I've become a very anxious person. It wasn't always like this & I can't think of a major event that precipitated the change, but it is what it is. Going to a place I've never been before (like a new yoga studio) by myself makes me anxious. … Continue reading On the Subject of Time
