Remains of My Wasted Youth by Amanda Galvez There is sadness in your eyes And I can see it. I can see into the depths of your soul, Into your mind, and straight to your core. It lingers and dances down your spine, Sending tiny little shivers of sorrow down Each individual vertebrae. The […]
Friendly with Toads by Martha Strom Can I sell you an apple? Give you a love potion? No? What is it, then, that you want from me? I can’t do charts. I leave that to my older sister, Kristina of Cincinnati. When she taught me all I know, She omitted Astrology. Surely you […]
Forgiveness by Joseph Albanese Realization did not set me free. I did not let go, I could not move on. Indifference didn’t allow me to sail the calm seas of harmony’s motif. It only intensified the recoil. It returns to sender daily in those quiet corners of myself, sneaking in through […]
The Bixby Creek Bridge Bixby Creek is a gash in the Palisades that bleeds fresh water into the Pacific. -John Charles Frémont Its opened spandrels seem supportive to a dream Not of survival As one might think But of arrival Across that vast chink In the Californian Palisades.