Maybe I Don’t Want To Be Protected // Isaac Frank

Outside the window the moon howls like a wounded beast, the streetlights glow like exit wounds, why am I attracted to everything that enters my body like a bullet, tell me whether I am still something worth fighting for,   A boy with rose-coloured lips and steady...

Fever Dream // Victoria Butler

a. I think I brought you to life in a fever dream where I was wearing lipstick and you thought I was pretty enough to stick around after the show.   b. It has been 365 days since I have felt like I could get through this and I’m still not sure if I can but at...

Exploration Log II // Will Crosson

I sat in that dark room with nothing but the fire spreading light like a neon sign, the woman poised in her grand arm chair palms facing me.   When I removed the book from her shelf I couldn’t help but notice the bleak wall staring back at me while I held its...

Aegean // Will Crosson

Let me map the paths that cross your delicate hands. Is there a song I can sing to fill that space in your ears? To leave flickers of a feeling like the buzz of a phone?   My mouth still runs. Dry from the perspiration you caused (I’m drained)   The puddle...

Girl ft. Gospel // Isaac Frank

The preacher’s daughter lives hard, her hatred making a trembling point out of her chin, her father comes into her room and offers her a kind of salvation that burns red-hot, she presses it into the skin of her palm until she chars a cross beneath her fingers;...