Staring, startled forever trembling into sunlit paths Meant for someone tolerable And tactical, but not I– Who stares, startled at what Is not mine, not fit for fragile feet or unbalanced breath Lack sight upon stones or maybe touch on tall tiller Fingers frantic at the blind lighting of a path, not mine, Meant for [...]
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Trophies
The trophies on my father’s walls Their sizes range from large to small. Some winged and with beaks Some are furry and quite meek. Others are large and very hairy And some delicately pinned up like fairies. The trophies on my father’s walls They never fail to surprise all. For my father adores them so [...]
Baby Waves
Briny ocean soup, she stirred with tiny palms Scraping through sand and shells, a dash of prickly seaweed She searches for blue, blue glass She sings a mermaid song to the baby waves Scraping through sand and shells, a dash of prickly seaweed All she knows is this big green blur She sings a mermaid [...]
Ode to Lost Keys (and Mothers)
Come hither now, my Little Keys, Lost in this great house Like grimy shelled fleas Dwarfed on the back of a grouse. Ugh!—All furniture is thrown! You are eternally lost… Unless! I see, A slight glint across your blade’s polished effigy. Or… Until my Mom gets home About the Author C.K. Mills is a senior [...]
Lighthouse
About the Author Rachel Noonan is an English (Writing) major and a Dance Major. She is an upcoming author, recently finishing her first fiction novel and hoping to submit it for publishing soon. Rachel writes mostly short fiction fantasy but decided to expand her experience with poetry. She is a part of the Eastern Shore [...]
Hail Caesar
See a great general from an ancient time, leading an army to glory Roll of the dice, the civil war ignites, and today he writes history The die is now cast, there is no turning back The lust for power is a path to war And he opened the door He came and he saw [...]
The Mourning Flowers
There once was a tree Mighty as can be, Who gave shade and shelter and love. But one day that tree Mighty as can be, Was cut down due to powers above. All left was a stump No prettier than a rump, And the grass lay barren around. But all around that stump Which adorned [...]
goddesses
About the Author Sophia Hunter (she/they) writes her poetry in between working at the library, attending her classes, and writing for the university newspaper. She hails from Phoenix and devotes her time to the love of words.
Laundry: A Sijo
Peel back her cheeks, that film, inside out to keep the color from fading. Clip her fingernails to the line, arms proffered from post to post. In this way, even within gale, she is submitted to Apollo About the Author Sarah is fond of tea, books, and plants. She is a freshman at Eastern University [...]
Liminal
The smudged sky is a slick acrylic handswipe Its color not quite purple, not quite gray, not quite blue It’s the lone dazed March in clothes that are not quite warm enough. I almost shiver. By now, the path begins to light up from glistening lampposts, Leaning in. Do you have a secret for me? [...]
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