Love’s Life

by Keith It’s 2 a.m. and he’s sitting in the dim light of the bedside lamp. The love of his life lying beside him. Maybe it’s the day, or maybe it’s just because, but he can’t stop thinking of the life they’ve shared together.  The day they met and how within a few short hours …

Little Somethings

I want the autumn days that turn into autumn eveningsand I want us to skip straight over winter andright to spring,taking a brief detour into summer before popping back into autumn.I want slightly cold breezes so you can lend me your scarf,I want to protest that you’ll be cold and be silenced with a kiss, …

The Space Between Seconds

Snow makes everything so quiet doesn’t it?Even your heartbeat, usually thrumming in your ears, or the ticking of the giant clock in the kitchen that reverberates through the house, careening off the high ceilings to trickle in under your doorway, sneaking into your awareness. Even the soft creaking of the house as it sighs and settles and wonders when …

Let’s

Let’s dramatically feed each other grapes and sing poems at the top of our lungs. Let’s try a new dance we saw online and trip over our own feet, into one another. Maybe we can link our arms and skip down a narrow street,trying to make the other one step on a crack. Maybe a bird will chirp at us …

Summer Skin

A peculiar feeling of bittersweetnesslike shedding your summer skin to make room for the rawness of autumn,cold breezes penetrating deep into your bones.You’ve been asleep for months, lulled by the warmth and humidityof things being “just fine,”when the sharp tongue of the first breeze hits your cheek,shocking you awake and making you burrow into your covers,only …

Mums for Sale pt. II

by Alex McCurdy Our love was sketched Like a painting of a still life A representation Of what we only wished to taste Creation designed Stretched and primed Across each fiber Of our beings Resolute in meaning Absent in dissolution Yearning like the mouth Before the kill Knowing the marriage Of our lips Is as …

Pendulum

by Andrew LaLuz Those sweltering summer days couldn't contain the crawl of a cold sweat on nights I awoke from warm dreams of you, to a cool bed without you. You might wake up on mornings like this and feel cold and empty yourself. The subdued hues of blooming winter blues arriving vibrant and early. …

Almond Slivered Moon

by Elise Leibowitz The soft undulations of honey silk Melted grey wool on days with dewey frost Deep dark velvet breaths of surrender Reclamation Pronunciation Exhalation To love, one must lose Oneself In their mind And step into their heart Return Vanquishing Step upon step Oh almond slivered moon They have arrived Home To chat …

She

by Shay Moyal She had straw-colored hair, a prominent nose, and some light adult acne. Her eyes were a greyish blue. Her teeth were nice enough, more or less white and more or less straight. Her name was the kind of name you'd forget at a dinner party. She was an accounting assistant at a …

Eau-de-vie, New Year’s Eve, 2000

by Nathan James Fireworks crackle over Bronson Park; the crowd hoots. You mention your toes are numb despite your shoes, so we walk hand-in-hand to a booth and I buy you a warm brandy. I say: We're standing on the rim of a century. Your reply—Two centuries—is tinny, dressed
 in blue. I think: Tonight is …