20 and a Virgin

By Ananda Cash I don’t know whether to be  proud or  sad. Proud that I’m able to keep my legs closed for so long, or that it wasn’t hard to do since nobody wants me anyways. When I think about it, I see myself as a  warrior.  Carrying my virginity like a dead corpse of … Continue reading 20 and a Virgin


By Katherine Goldblatt You consumed me. You made me someone I did not recognize because I aimed to please you. I loved you, and you fed off that for your ego, which was ever-burgeoning. I lost me, my sense of self, because I aimed to please you. Yet you said I never gave enough. Your … Continue reading Parasitic

Old Upstate

By David O’Keefe Wintertime in old upstate Brings back those years, Snowflakes falling from the sky Like a billion lonely tears. At the border in Niagara The coldest months are blinding, The falls are frozen over Like a staircase made of diamonds. Oswego or Binghamton, Ithaca or Cortland, Lamenting friends of days gone past And … Continue reading Old Upstate


By Gabriella Rivera Sometimes at night, I let my tears run down my face and into my mouthI don’t wipe them awayI want to taste my painSometimes at night, I let my body fallI give away my weightAnd hope it never comes backSometimes at night, I sigh loudDelivering my pressuresFrom a world that refuses to … Continue reading Rest

The Noceur

By Pamela Loperena Out on the backyard roof,  I saw a full moon.  Stars fell down like dandelion seeds,  flickering cosmic hues.  I tried to catch them all, so I could save their light for you,  but they flew too fast— and wouldn't come back— making my rouge heart split blue.  For the past month … Continue reading The Noceur

Good Friday

By Jeffrey Seitz Dear God,  Are these snowflakes the frozen tears  you’ve harvested within your eternally fatigued soul?  Why did you hide them for so long?  The sanctuaries are layered with Dust. Ghosts. Memories. Vows.  Forsaken commitments.  The wind’s mighty hand rattles the tree bones; the wood has been laid.  We wait for fire to … Continue reading Good Friday