Poetry

I speak in harmonies words by Michael Elsaesserillustration by Maria Vidal Valdespino   I’m proud of the way I talk;Each word handcrafted by generations before me,Carved from great stone, and shaved of splint edges.Each flow stems from rhythm,Each tone, mother’s tongue.I am but one square in a quilt,Stretching far beyond the horizonAnd stitched through long-lost hometowns.My […]

17/09/23 – I killed a spider today. words by Anemone Van Leeuwenillustration by Raquel Lewin   It was smaller than the tip of a pen and I crushed it thinking I could move it out of my way. It died in my hands, at my hands, so small that it could have been a speck of dust. I wondered

let me give you half bad poetry mildly therapeutically words by Marie Kinderman i can’t believei was one of thoseeye-batting freakstormscome hither boy aren’t i gorgeouswhen i can’t evenshow o$ my ittie bittiesbe a grown ass missieoh that was high schoollet me give youhalf bad poetrymildly therapeuticallyshow youi grew up better thanchapped lips picked skinpining

A Lover words by Klark Janowski They paint the forest trails / to resting places, crow’s feet / for loving eyes / and ripples of a smile / like wings off your lips. They drink you in / the soil for ribbons of a storm’s rain / and veins carrying light / to fill a beating sky. They know

Rabbit God words by Victoria Wai Kei Liillustration by Vincent Quach When I first clasped your hands, I told youabout the Rabbit God; now we are in this red hallof statues and incense pots. For too long,the gods spun red yarn under the moon, but notfor us—eclipsed smiles, symmetrical skin soft—until our predecessors came back

t(ransformative) 4 t(ransformative) words by Kieran Guimond My name has never felt more                                                        minethan when you’re whispering it tome in the warmth of your arms. I hear the

Daydream words by Alexander Kolomesky In your presenceThe evanescence of thought begins to driftYou hold me tightI curl up in blissAnd go in for a kissOnly to realize it’s my pillow I fawn over amidst the abyss

Romantic words by Zoe Smith Creppillustration by Chelsey Wang I’m a romantic,And I want every desireMy hungry heart has ever craved.I want you in the bathtub,Sharing cigarette after cigarette while the glass trayBecomes muddy withA mix of ash and water dropletsThat drip off of my wrist bone. I’m a romantic,And I want each love bite

A Dating App Bio words by Zoe Smith Creppillustration by Chelsey Wang Victoria, chronologically 20.Lives in Toronto, and in the solace of literature.Likes:Yellow.Yellow sunshine, yellow happiness, yellow stars.All kinds of stars.             stars stars stars.Poems.Prose.Psychosis.Melodramatic monologues in the bathroom mirror,And the dismemberment of rotting, weeping, familialties.Over-processed, under-appreciated chemicals.Abusing volume levels via