I am tired of being treated like taffy, pushed and pulled into the shape you need, sweetened to please, watching chunks of me being cut...

An amputation of the cruelest sort, my lover embodies Hallelujah up North, I sing down, southern, songs of praise depart my mouth in...

Deviant abdomen, the non-functioning lust. An army of throbbing membranes descend upon an innocent groin. Teleported to conical breasts,...

It’s hard to translate, but - love proves the rule of enduring and of mutability, being itself mutable… and I just think you’re...

melatonin first kiss In Near Time we, meaning I, Must attach ourselves to one Another and promise a life of happiness that neither of us...

i am wearing a red dress please don’t stare you approach anyway remain at a 2 foot radius are you styled after Marilyn Monroe? you ask...

for I have committed no sin, sweet golden-haired Aphrodite— though I do admit, I think of her when moonbeams cast violet kisses upon my...

a lesson in metaphor: (persephone, persephone, persephone) i think of fruit and i think of sex. juicy bites crescents left on skins...

When it started, I felt butterflies flapping frantically in my chest Whenever you spoke, whatever you said And those sweet words that...

Estranged from my mother for loving a woman the wrong way, my sister calls and asks How’s exile? Waterworks. I am crying in bed and my...

I skipped a rock and watched it hop. I threw a line and caught a bucket full of fish. I collected so many seashells I can no longer see...

heaven is the honeycombed light dripping from your eyes, your body suspended in a single stained-glass moment of time. let yourself dream...

Hannah Schoettmer is a high school junior from the Pacific Northwest and a managing editor for the TeenTix arts review blog. She also...

I don’t want a world without cathedrals, stained glass on winter mornings—colors are crisper when the air is cold. I’m lucky to have...

catastrophic I spiraled earlier because I spilled water on my sheets just after I changed them and I had a long night Of reading in bed...

it always starts at the tips of my fingers— gentle shivers climbing up to my knuckles until they vibrate in tandem; sparks of current...

The flowers bloom amidst the guns roaring, The child out there struggles to sleep. I dream of a peaceful land with people living under...

You were salt and vinegar fingers. Feather light touches, a trail of heat, searing heat, enflaming. Bleeding red lips. Eyes sewn shut....

the woman who lived three blocks down asked me to call her miss tita beth one morning / said she liked the way it sounded / like a...

first love in times of yore, what surrounded me was a plethora of classics i could dip my stubby nose into and get lost in the off-white...