Anatomy of this Moment:
A Semi-Poetic Stream of Consciousness - by Emily Cordes

Picture this moment like a snapshot.

I can hear the booming bass of my next door neighbor's rap music pounding through the walls, mingling with the deeply intoned "Om Namah Shivaya" of my Krishna Das. The strange musical lovechild of a hip-hopper and a hippie, born between the walls of an ancient dorm, filled with women who try to ignore the threat of a two-minute burn time posed by the straw insulation within said plaster more...

Mermaid - by Tracy Pitocchelli

Under my nightgown strap it’s crimson, defiant. I say it’s a mosquito bite, not a boy bite. My father doesn’t believe me, he says, “yeah, right,” and “you’re disgusting”.read more...

A Ghost and Closeness - by Zahra Lipson

The white cotton space between us
becomes an intimacy on its own
as daytime stumbles in, slow refracting rays
dusty and wine colored
glaring at Three, thinning at Four

Forgetting the Flood - by Katie

"We, amnesiacs all, condemned to live in an eternally fleeting present, have created the most elaborate of human constructions, memory, to buffer ourselves against the intolerable knowledge of the irreversible passage of time and the irretrievability of its moments and events." *

For Luisito - by Francesca Lia Block

Oh, the world is not coming to an end.

But then, why was Luisito shot at 7:30 in the evening stepping off a bus to get medicine for his brother?

Shot in the clavicle. He may never speak or walk again. read more...

The shepherd who wasn’t so good - by Luiz Calado

I watched this movie the other day
Dubbed the “the birth of the CIA”
But before all the buzz goes away
Here are a few words, if I may

2012 - by Vixie

I will still be young.
I will be 23.
I am seventeen.
Not as sweet as sixteen.
I sometimes want a baby;
To calm this heaving complex within more...

Hearts In The Soil - by A. Lorelle Rieflin

I always wanted to be The Hyacinth Girl. To wrap my hands in soil and stand, under the downpour of rain, where one would see me and fall in love with the flowers in my hair and the rain on my skin, and not care at all about the mind in my head. read more...