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
Tag: Self Love
Coffee with my old Self
Dreamt that I was having coffee with my old self - well, she was drinking coffee, I was having tea - and I decided to give her some advice. Hey, listen, you look gorgeous, you don't need makeup, do yourself and don't date him, or him, relax a little. Do some yoga. And, for god's … Continue reading Coffee with my old Self
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
What Comes and Goes
by Cat Coule Love what comes. When you are in the darkness and snakes crawl through open holes in your body and spiders walk up your spine with their babies on their back. Love what comes. When you are in the light and butterflies drink from the nectar of your hair and kittens make a … Continue reading What Comes and Goes
Moments
by Connor Kreger I love myself so much I don’t need anyone else to love me but sometimes I have more love than I need It’s these moments I wish I had someone else to love too
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
The House I Built
by Austin Sanniota Edwards When you’re small, old, and fragile but surrounded by big, new, and sturdy, it’s easy to feel forgotten and unworthy. But can you believe your bold, wooden door, and the hand-chiseled designs in your arches? Even the wrinkles in your brow and chips in the gold paint make you stand out from … Continue reading The House I Built
