by Austin Gadson Good night sweet sunsetGood morning late moon The breath of loneliness hangs above himThe blue weather followed by a sudden swoon The desire to release a sullen reservoir through his windows is thereHowever when the sun appears he shall not dare As the candles glimmer on the reflection of stained mirrorsSpringtime lilies … Continue reading Chambre Noire
by Austin Gadson The grips of your delusion are no longer in my discretion ofThe sound waves that release from uncharted lipsBlistered by the cracks you left unnoticed. Of lips unnoticed, he who felt the coldnessOf the isolated room atThe apex of despair Gliding across the shards of iceCold to the touch, with each finger … Continue reading Glacier By The Hand
by Austin Gadson Rich to me means freedomThe richness of sovereignty in mind and in motionThe freedom to feel each emotion I come withWrapped in the transparency of plastic Rich to me is everlastingA ravine that flowsA pleasure that quenches the soul The privilege of choiceBrings to me what I rejoice Bounded by the constriction … Continue reading Cheques & Balanced
by Opeyemi Majiyagbe How pretty you would be if you had good hair! How pretty you would be if your hair was shown better care! How pretty you would be if you could get rid of those tangles! How pretty you would be if your hair wasn’t so mangled! Don't show your hair it's humid … Continue reading My Crown
by Bri Watts I placed my feet on the couch, right ankle over left - second toe longer than the first, skinny and stretched, smelling slightly of vinegar. my hands beneath my head, elbows pointing in opposite directions, hair connecting my arms and shoulders, breasts quarrelling, fighting to get as far away from one … Continue reading Well
by Bri Watts It almost seemed like they were standing in peaceful protest: bare, interminable, still, between white packed snow and the faint color of black mountains and mostly blue sky, a sigh of red; expecting to be set on fire - with ease as eucalyptus trees are adapted to survive, thrive, in heat, in … Continue reading US
by Bri Watts Why they don’t wonder what they look like from the sky? How come all they do is work still? Where they learn ta’ steal from? Why they don’t carry each other? How come they heavy? Why they don’t sing like we used to? How come they can’t fly? Why they can’t hear … Continue reading Bird View
by Issy Beatriz Mejia I come from beautiful Caribbean roots I was raised by the trees I often climbed I am made of the plátanos Dominicans so often eat And I mirror the color of the limoncillos we’d eat on the balcon I speak the Spanish that my ancestors’ colonizers taught us I am shackled … Continue reading All Black is Beautiful
by Bri Watts I was full of laughter before I was full of insecurity. “You must laugh a lot. People who laugh a lot have wrinkles around their mouth; they call them laugh lines.” Some guy at a gas station said this to me. That was the beginning. I went home, looked in the mirror, … Continue reading Outside In
By Brittany Watts-Hendrix I’m good at nearly burning down kitchens, trying to make tofu for the first time cause you can only eat soft food for a week & ramen ain’t vegetarian. I’m good at holding hands and going to bathrooms, and corners in hospitals to cry, after 4 months of therapy and years of … Continue reading Care-Taker
