Growing Poems
Said She
by Schafer Bailey
Calloused hands and bruised knuckles
rolled loose leaf tobacco in rice paper
The Sun loving me in the only way it knew how
with violent kisses leaving spots against my skin
Arms wrapped around me in autumn afternoons
words spoken with so much weight
they required delicate whispers
of promises made in the past humidity of summer
"Nothing can wreck our boat" said she
......
The Olive Theory
by Kate Coleman
I heard about this theory;
that in the perfect couple,
One will like olives, and the other will not.
One will always eat for the other.
I think that's why we never worked,
You proudly shouted your love for the salted fruit,
While I, meekly, passed mine to you.
You convinced that only you could possibly like them.
And I, well. I simply did not.
It wasn't until the end, the end of us;
......
The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
Growing Older
by Zainab Kareem
As the leaves turn brown,
Bringing seasons that drown
The sun says hi,
And the moon says goodbye
Life keeps going on,
Time rushes by in a flash
The stars gleam with the same beauty as they did years ago,
Everything is the same
But somethings flourished and some perished
And now the times have changed in an instant,
......
Object Permanence
by Schafer Bailey
It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often
My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope
......
Said She
by Schafer Bailey
Calloused hands and bruised knuckles
rolled loose leaf tobacco in rice paper
The Sun loving me in the only way it knew how
with violent kisses leaving spots against my skin
Arms wrapped around me in autumn afternoons
words spoken with so much weight
they required delicate whispers
of promises made in the past humidity of summer
"Nothing can wreck our boat" said she
......
The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
Object Permanence
by Schafer Bailey
It has only been a year since I had graduated college
And in that time much has happened
My father is dead
My eldest sister pregnant with a little boy
My brother shows grey hairs in his curls
My other sister has more degrees than she knows what do with them
and my mother wishes I come home more often
My friends no longer call as often
I have lost a sense of hope
......
Everything has a beginning, middle and end
by J. Burgess
I can’t stand endings. I hate them.
Beginnings are undoubtedly the most exciting
Middles are confusing, you loved that one game but now it seems old
Endings are just an existential calamity.
The Olive Theory
by Kate Coleman
I heard about this theory;
that in the perfect couple,
One will like olives, and the other will not.
One will always eat for the other.
I think that's why we never worked,
You proudly shouted your love for the salted fruit,
While I, meekly, passed mine to you.
You convinced that only you could possibly like them.
And I, well. I simply did not.
It wasn't until the end, the end of us;
......
