Trees are green with drought - Nick Vasquez
Dust clings to shoes pleading to be elsewhere. Still foliage in calm wind and icy water evaporate from lonely cairns of stone. Mist hazes...
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Aug 22, 20231 min read
Pincushion Heart - Aidan Derrico
My heart is that little red tomato On my grandmother’s side table, From which I delighted in Pulling out and pushing in Yellow-headed...
Aug 20, 20231 min read
Look at This Little Life - Kait Quinn
Every day is the same. Every day sunlight and the cat's hoarse pleas spill through the crack beneath the bedroom door, pool...
Aug 18, 20231 min read
Not Getting the Nobel - Lina Buividavičiūtė
Today I’m sitting in front of my psychotherapist and crying in all earnestness because I’m not getting the Nobel. Forget that – I don’t...
Aug 16, 202310 min read
She - Ana Neu
Note: This short story was inspired by Ana' Neu's original poem, "A big word for a woman," published on Sad Girl Diaries on 8/14/23 Click...
Aug 14, 20231 min read
A big word for a woman - Ana Neu
My love doesn’t speak, She’s quiet with the door open. And breathes when it's not. My love waits for me, Like the cross on Sunday’s. A...
Aug 12, 20232 min read
The Greenhouse - Stephanie Evans
Nestled between the pool-shaped hole in the garden and quieted aviary, the greenhouse glistened in the rubble. A murky film climbed the...
Aug 10, 20231 min read
A Goodbye Letter - Kiara Nicole Letcher
I wield stories in my body like so many knives on a butcher’s block I am chilly and distant but also lush and abundant mercurial...
Aug 8, 20232 min read
Sometimes I Shrivel Up at Night - Kathleen McGuire
I’ve been having trouble sleeping for a long time. Last night I looked over at the empty bed and I thought I saw Bailey’s shape. The...
Aug 6, 20233 min read
Mojave - Kat Lee
The desert is full of death, but not really. I drive through the Mojave, along I-15, and wonder if the blacktop is hot enough to pop my...
Aug 4, 20231 min read
Route 2 - Lucy Angell Anderson
Maybe you think I’m beautiful because it’s autumn. Everything looks gorgeous when bathed in honeyed light. Your hand cradles the clutch...
Aug 2, 20231 min read
A Poem for Clara - Kate Phillips
I see your lips close around words of worlds of wisdom, and suck on the history of Neverland and papaya meadow politics, slurping at the...
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