Sostén esto por mí (Hold this for me)

Poetry by Nicolás Serrano de la Paz Art by Alex Hoang Sostén esto por mí Antes te ofrecí un dedo.O unos varios.Pero ahora te ofrezco mis ojos.Para que no salgan lágrimasy no pueda ver tu sonrisaescondida o tus ojos escapados. Y te ofrezco mis manos(incluyendo mis dedos)Para que no me puedaaferrar a ti. Para queno

love poem

Poem by Stella Xia Art by J. Sassi x. epilogue / asshole, she scoffsno no mom i’ll still write him a love poemit is not a matter of merit you seebut of memory, or what remains after skinbecomes tissue paperand kneesa bird’scroaking under sterile sheets at least i was recklessearnestloudjust what he loathedjust what i


Poem by Vidushy Avasthi Art by J. Sassi I weave my memory of people from threads they leave behind. The gas station next to their bus stop, silent car rides after driving tests, rum and cokes and gin and tonics. All the little things, everything we ever laughed and fought about, tucked in a pattern

Bad Gateway

Poem by Spencer Lee Art by J. Sassi I’m malfunctioning at the pool with my kindergarten ex-girlfriend listening to the humdrum whir of the air conditioner.    She has a brother  I’ve seen on Grindr;  she gets me, I’ve assumed.    We’re discussing the merits of Uber fees over  DUI charges and all the  tall

The Trees on my Father’s Hands

Poem by Corrina Wang Art by Amy Ng Warning: The following poems contain topics on death.  Disclaimer: I do not promote or support any self-harm, obsession, drugs, extremely strict parenting, or anything that will cause pain to people. Poems are taken from inspiration through historical texts, images, and random thinking. Please seek professional support if

Ode to a Recurring Nightmare

Poem by Zoe Shelton Art by Keeley Sieben waking up at regular intervals whether in my  own bed or  someone else’s— yours even. although it confuses me, when at one moment you are screaming at me for having forgotten  to pack our moon shoes because we are leaving for mars within the half-hour, and the

Ultra Violet Outlook

Poem by Mark Cameron Art by Haley Cheng We are calling for halfmoon sunburns on the bare backs of teenagers with periods of Magnum bars at sundown. The Entertainer will play on repeat, Serving You Since 2011.   Expect an increase in airborne predators. Russian dolls in flight, an iterative dining experience.   Darkness will

The Woman’s Voyeur

Poem by Jenna Conradie Art by Amy Ng I am an atheist, yet I find myself  Searching for right angles in the clouds  Checking to see if that eyelash wish came true  Bargaining to popcorn ceilings when I fall short    I am an atheist, yet I find myself  Preparing to be seen when there’s

Love in Saccharine

Poem by Czarain Laqui Art by Aiza Bragg Feet flat against a dusty floor: a layer of dead skin cells and dog fur — this is Home — but she is empty. Suffocation in all her trinkets whispering maudlin memories; Humid breath, Viscid lips.   Kiss her goodbye before brushing your teeth and welcoming morning.

new endings.

Poem by Saffah Ibrahimi Art by Haley Cheng She’s sitting across from me, making paper planes out of old homework sheets. She tells me to join her, delicate fingers pressing against the ink of her last sociology final. Did you know we make our first impressions within one-tenth of a second? Did you know I

The Crying of the Locust

Poem by Sally Elhennawy Art by Aiza Bragg the hay stalks whistle ‘neath the dunes a weathered tree              stands on a hill silence settles on the desert at noon a heavy quiet, hot and still. it seems no life can flourish here,  deep within this hollow land, as rock erodes,   year   after     year, and crumbles

nocuous living

Poem by Gurnoor Powar Art by Keeley Sieban A little girl Flying on her toes Digging them into the soft wet dirt As she spins An anchor So that she doesn’t fall The anklets adorning her feet Singing as they rub against her skin Chafing the delicate bone She allows the sun to shine Through

I changed my name Here

Poem by Rehema Ivan Art by Karen Zhang Two names live on my tongue  resting, twirling, clashing  Both call. Speak one.  Swallow the Other. Let her pierce my mouth as I draw lips closed– Let me smile at you, red running down my chin– Let me not cry bringing you and me together; Nor sigh,

an elegy to gold

Poem by Grace Payne Art by Athena Li I met you in the summer heat— forever fated fever dream. still with your love, I turn water to steam slowly you seep into every rivet  trailing my lips for a fine sweet minute the most sugary maple tree could never compare to thee such pleasure to