A Fresh Start After Fleetwood Mac’s “Angel” March released its final exhale warm and wild through the clouds, and I opened my black...

I want to be your apple cheeked, Brown butter baby. Sweet molasses sunshine Sugar girl Glistening and glazed over eyes like the big apple...

GED I lurched near the fridge, And saw some grape Dangling from some vine Over, over his friends, Over spoiled milk and Rotten lettuce. I...

I left and drifted, being nowhere, practicing a detachment from small golden moments and a quiet spirit, seeking nothing There was...

it’s ok at any age to piss in the shower never will you feel so free so unbound from bended knees the warm water commingles with...

holy: that’s the only thing, only way to describe her-- so close to heaven but still on earth. what had she done; what sin(s) had she...

in which the salt in these wounds does not stop burning eight butterfly stitches that rip down the side of my jaw: the mulberry tree we...

3 out of 5 Stars Unfortunately, this love was dealt a tart aroma of fervent ardency with hints of deep longing. As it has been roasted in...

universal her freckles are stars i want to turn into constellations   lick    draw i want everyone to look at her and see stars...

su‧nog a fire; the occurrence, often accidental, of fire in a certain place, causing damage and danger My nanay wipes the crumbs from my...

This isn't what I want.  And of course, I did not forget, I am so nauseous and writhing,  This diaphragm twists in, upwards, upwards...

Once I was green and tall. I sowed seeds and nurtured crops into full grown fruits. I lived among my own. We didn’t speak much because we...

You promised that I wouldn’t be alone tonight. Even though we both know: a trip to the psych ward is a turnoff, and only the person you...

Thoughts i wonder when it thunders as you lay in bed and ponder if my name forms across your lips do you shut your eyes and imagine the...

I spend my time overanalyzing picking apart fragments of eye contact searching for lingering touches in the pages of your heart Explain...

Sappho told me I could be this happy, but I couldn’t understand her. you see, the fragment was untranslatable and incomplete— the...

They ask, do you remember, but how could I ever forget: the initial lift of the dread that comes from a single pink line, never-ending,...

What i mean is this is a lipstick and weighted blanket kind of love this kind of love is yogurt and oranges. bright blue 3am smoke...

Your head Your head like a promise between my skin wrapped breathy and scraggle-hair-scratchy Your heart like a motion - rippled, tidal...

Rilee Pickle (she/her) is a second-year English student at Westminster College. She enjoys writing, teaching, and volunteering with The...