Category: Poetry

By Dana Livelli I don’t want to love anymore I want a cold, black gate Lock me away, wrought iron fate I am not bound to you, These floods deceive When clung to the power of false belief A steel pickaxe charges way through dirt, if cutting up rocks and roots does hurt then whisper,…

by Devon S Roberts 1. Still, you are the only sober one. 2. You can no longer expect a card in the mail from your mom. 3. Your naivety has stopped growing. It fuses with your breastbone into a vestigial shield. 4. Most of your childhood plans haven’t worked out; you’re not sure if 15-year-old-you…