By Angel Jamerson On The Scene An empty stage. An empty mind. A full crowd. The spotlight shines. On the scene is me. Nothing more. As my...

By William Lyons THE MONASTERY A cobbled path dappled with phloxen hillock and drifting shadow, warm in a late-day sun that leaks its way...

By Ryan W. Glick FAVORITE COLOR If, on the sidewalk at Dawn, you asked me, "What is your favorite color?" I would say to you, "The blush...

By Luke Fairchild When the Sun, the clouds, And The blue sky Finally decide to go to sleep, They are replaced with a pitch-black sky....

By Jessica Robertson SWEET KISSES Your love is different Your heart is pure If I was sick Your kiss would be my cure Baby, I’m sick So,...

By Meagan Schmidt SOMETIMES I AM LOST In our late-night talks— In the ocean of you Are stars and magnolias. And when the world is asleep...

At 17, I decorated half a dorm room Black fabric on the window for memento mori and music my parents hated Navy rugs for the depths to...

By Christina Freeman BEAUTY O, Beauty! What discerning eyes Have not desired to drink you in Take each morsel you vainly lend To shout...

By Sarah Gray Your ability to give someone a good time is not what you are worth. You are worthy of love. Of devotion and willing...

By Justin Morgan ARCHAEOLOGY When I am dead they will excavate the rooms of my house to unearth me in an artifact in fingerprints still...

By Alexandria K. Mintah A blaze does not gently partake of its prey Nor take lessons in manners Nor mull over the use of the proper fork...