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Wild Kids by Sofia Steinberg-Crespo

The kids were sat down and told what to think. Their colourful minds turned to black ink. They were told what to write. And told what to...

Who Knew by Sofia Steinberg-Crespo

violent content ahead: reader discretion advised Who knew I could be so scared of myself? I run from the shadow of who I was and yet it’s...

To Dawn by Ian Bailey

The PTSD, he Heads like a herald To dawn his new clothes In the iridescence  Of a pit Edged into me Like a hook Caught in the gills  Of a...

The Hummer by Ilona Agur

A woman’s humming voice drifted out of the kitchen. It melded with clanging pots and pans, boiling water in the kettle, whooshing hot air...

The Grade Puzzle by Anonymous

A To be the best, there must be nothing left to gain. A is the sharp tip of a needle that points upwards at the sky from the very top of...

Summer by Romina Mofrad

The sun, The days begun, The sound of kids and fun, The heat and summer rain, The fog on my window pane, Summer drives me sane. There’s...

Shattered Soul by Tristan Bonner

Distance is only a term Is what I used to tell myself The ties I had to her, I held firm Instead of nailing them down to a shelf. For...

Red Dust by Ian Bailey

Red dust Gathering in the orchestra pit between the strings and brass A little mound rumbles Like a town Conceived by an opus I am of the...

The First Meeting by Anonymous

Sierra I’ve never spoken to him, only admired from afar. He’s never seen me as clearly as I see him. He thinks we haven’t written...

Poem by Anonymous

Listen;  The sun is quiet  I hear your heart thrumming We look beautiful, flowering, Dreaming

Ouija board by Cheez Wiz

all my free time is spent covering journal pages with our blood that i've drawn. oil and water the way we show up on a page but in the...

lovenote gone sharp by Cheez Wiz

you're back now and i don’t feel as broken. you donated some of your bones to make me a new spine (now i can stand up straight) and my...

Into the Wild By Romina Mofrad

Only fifty miles till peace. A lot more ahead, a long way from anywhere, but at peace. A lone wanderer of the wilderness, gone too far...

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