Chasing After Butterflies by Trisha Lahiry
Rhea could feel it as her hand hovered over the doorknob. She sighed softly, So today was gonna be one of those days. Maybe if she backed away quickly enough, no one would notice. Maybe if she looked confused, no one would think anything about her running away from the house as if she were … Continue reading Chasing After Butterflies by Trisha Lahiry
Laws of Language by Seraphim Chase
Laws of language Undefined Unwritten Forced on A people Once lost Their homes And culture Is a strength Not unknown But ventured into Still peering past Present Future of hope Is what saves The document Of rights Don’t make a left Leaning allows difference Between color and color Because fuck the rules We don’t need … Continue reading Laws of Language by Seraphim Chase
Transformation (a very short ekphrastic piece) by Lily Boschin
She tried to move her feet but they froze, mid-run, struggling to get away. Her toes dug deep into the damp dirt, spreading beneath the surface. She felt her legs stiffen. They cracked, her once smooth skin suddenly callused and rough. She felt her arms stretch above her head, wrapping around each other. She … Continue reading Transformation (a very short ekphrastic piece) by Lily Boschin
Divinity in the Light of the Fallen by Seraphim Chase
What is divinity? And who may claim to have seen All it may be To have lived and died Why are we so bland and bleak Why are we so god damn chic If to be divine Is so sublime That we need not things To make us gleam And to let us sing For … Continue reading Divinity in the Light of the Fallen by Seraphim Chase
Voice of Thunder By Seraphim Chase
Crashing Smashing Colliding Breaking the will of the Earth Bring the rocks to their knees Might of surf unredeemed With a voice of thunder Shattering the sky Hail storms of spray Treacherous and vile Beyond comprehension With a voice like thunder The tongue of the waves Spoken and whispered from beyond the grave Sailors and … Continue reading Voice of Thunder By Seraphim Chase
Postcard from a Friendly Acquaintance’s Car by Lily Boschin
I keep to myself, shivering in the backseat (the Jeep takes a while to heat up); I don’t know the driver well, so my friend sits next to him. We’re a little bundle of energy powering through the cold and dark. I lean forward to grab a handful of fries and confirm the latest … Continue reading Postcard from a Friendly Acquaintance’s Car by Lily Boschin
