There once was a girl from Prov Whose heart was the color mauve She’s been beaten and bruised Cause she’s never been choosed But finds joy in the juice of the guav(a)
Every few months she finds herself by the hearth, feeding the last of their shared memories to the dwindling embers. In exchange for the pages in her leather-bound journal, the red bricks give her bare knees a fresh coat of ashen soot. Her trembling fingers graze over the russet-colored leather and break open the spine. […]
Like food in storage, I bear a singular label. Never mine And I fear to be thrown away. Rotting in mold, isn’t better. To be forgotten or folded in a thousand aliases— And then who am I, to define myself, if I never was to begin with? Y.o.u: the letters punched into my keyboard right […]
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Valentine’s Day was always the weirdest holiday. Especially in elementary school, when on February 12th you would drag your mom to CVS to pick up some corny cartoon-themed Valentine’s cards and a bag of those hard, chalky hearts. It was fun in theory, until you arrived back home and you had to start filling out […]
Dear Tiff & Earl, Syllabus week is rough. How do I stop myself from going on a bender with my roommates? Sincerely, Brad’s #1 Fan Hey Brad’s #1 Fan! My advice would be to stay in with your roommates and catch up after the break. Save the bender for when you have something to celebrate, […]
Ruby lips descending into salty brine. My lips. Bright light yielding to dark, fathomless depths on a midsummer’s eve where the sweltering heat of the sun still lingers in the damp night air of the goldfields. Eighteen years of growing up in each other’s company, budding feelings finally confessed—only to have the last night marred […]
Footprints in the white snow slowly recede beneath the tangle of tree limbs. The ongoing storm creates a blanket of white which covers them up almost at once. Resa follows them, the footsteps of her brethren, but the angelic voice of her mother comes to mind… “Though your past is scarlet, it shall become as […]
and those black stitches searing the head. And; because I didn’t say the first thing on my mind. Is it better to die averse, than live as proof to another? Another, because One is predecessor to Nothing. Alone, a metal table under burning light, tall menial men draping scrubs with silver rods picking the brain— […]
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