Blue Buds

Blue Buds

By Emma Omid Some flowers are meantTo be pickedTo be placedIn a vasePut on displayUntil they shrivel and dieAnd they are thrown backTo where they have always belongedAnd will stay.I always find myself yearningFor a field of blue budsTo take me there.They turn into the...
Bricks

Bricks

By Emma Omid I stare down at the bricksThe cracks and cratersThe scratches and stainsAnd I wonder how long they’ll lastWill they break under the pressure of a giant truck?Or the light step of a child?Will it be something bigOr something small?I can see the snow...
La Catrina

La Catrina

By Kira Cordova Bone on glass makes an unsavory clink,  like like a splinter in a lake-top ice rink or the creak when a gila monster blinks.  It tends to make the living overthink  when I rib-cage up to the bar and wink, so I tend to stay in, but this...
Rockstar

Rockstar

By Emma Omid Today, I was told to be a rockstar.I was told to dress upAnd be ready to lip synchAnd dance around likeThe world wasn’t watching.I didn’t want to be a rockstar.I didn’t want to pretend like no one could see meLike I was more confident, more outgoingMore...
Gentlemen

Gentlemen

By Emma Omid “I recently heard that avocados are actually a single seed berry. That is so weird. The fact that a common fruit can be classified as something as normal as a berry, but only a few people in the world know it.” “Shut up.” “Stop being mean to me. I’m only...
Sled

Sled

By Emma Omid “Get on the sled. Just get on the sled. You can do it. Don’t be afraid.” The small boy’s sister stood at the top of the hill, holding the plastic sled in place. His hands curled close to his chest, the worn mittens scratching against his heavy jacket. He...