Three by MELISSA COOK I can't find you anymore and there's a landslide in there. Our feet don't touch the runway and I never thought I'd say this but I miss the three-hour plane rides between...
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Unanderra by MELISSA COOK When death took you, you refused to go quietly. Sirens echoed in the pit of your stomach and poetry written about you crumbled like your history and architecture. We...
Obituaries by MELISSA COOK I have written about loss like my body is tomb for cupid arrows plucked from my ancestors. Small-scripted obituaries of every lover onto my skin erased...
Trampoline by MYRYN VILLAFLOR I am the dot that ends all my written worries, doubts and insecurities, in the palm of my diary, many a time trapped between mottoes and ironies like a burrow of...
Seraphina [The Stigma Of Your Eyes] by MYRYN VILLAFLOR She came to me like an apparition; white hot, clad in a wreath of lilies and a girdle of pearls around her waist a dream keeper that:...
Honor Song For James M. Swan by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY You think This Is civilization This Is only Architecture Society Built on lies Destined to crumble Falling from sky Ash like...