June

June

Curecanti National Recreation Area Flash of vermillion against shiny black feathers — they pick their way through the water-logged fields, Chirps and songs and calls loud enough for all to hear. A late spring chorus, with accompaniment by frogs.  Purple swaying in the...
Black Tears

Black Tears

By Emma Omid She brushes the paint along her legsHe arms, her stomach, her headsShe covers her eyes with golden black drapesAnd begins to scratch her scrapesHer pencils drift fastShading in her nailsCloaking the white, pointed tipsWith darkened, smoothed tailsHer...
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...