Tendrils of the Moment Yume Igarashi Cigar tendrils curl about the warm rainpour
In an ephemeral, gentle embrace. Eons of blue twilights brush its lips against my soul like so. How long has it been Since I last simply let The liquid luster in these descending drops of the broken city Envelop My gaze, Conscience, Inhales Without lamenting how They will, In a single breath’s life, Dissolve Into the stormy concrete underneath?
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alito liquido Yume Igarashi A waning sliver of burning white
Or A sharp, bleeding slash in the abyss Of the swimming darkness above Melts into the dryness of my gaze. My tips of black hair disintegrate into The shaded twists of poise In the underground world. There is no light here, So there are no chilling shadows, Only ardor. The shifting liquid air around me sighs, Languid and pensive Or perhaps that is the exhale of the swirling chasm inside, Weaving together the space between my ears. Being here, I no longer know if I am drowning or floating Maybe when everything is the end And everything is the beginning Ends and beginnings cease to exist. And so, the translucent waves have swallowed me whole, Ending in my demise, But in another dimension of a second, The translucent waves have become my entire being, And I am larger, More beautiful, More peaceful, Than I have ever been. Wind-Sown Seed Irene Hao Adrift
Surfing on the wind I am a dandelion seed Fuzzy hairs Holding onto the world By a loose grasp You desire to blow me away I desire the same O wind, hug me Be my legs and wings and guide Which way should I float today? I am one of many wispy dusts in the sky You won’t remember me But you’ll remember our goodbye O dreamer, blow us all away I carry with me the dreams of others The wishes you send my way Your warm breath envelopes me As I wave farewell I will carry this warmth with me Wherever I go in this world Across fields, across streets Across seas, across skies I will fly And bring those wishes and dreams To whomever I meet next And I will tell them about you About what I’ve seen About this warmth And between their fingers, I’ll bid goodbye And bring their wishes to my new host I am a groundless seed My time in the sky may be short And I’ll spend it being tossed about But at least I can tell you about my travels Place me in your palm Twirl me between your fingers Watch me sway back and forth and float Into your hands Let me tell you what I’ve seen And you tell me your deepest desires and needs Artistry Amy Wang I hear you calling me
a f a n t a stical life, daydreams a l i v e slow and persistent under the lasting permafrost, between overlooked crevices covered in frozen moss grassroots unknown to all, spreading for miles far and wide, waiting for spring showers to virgin tips of green, longing still, for more blooming flowers galore Abandon the tempered, grey skies of cities, so common like dense smoke before every block and every turn, to and from crowds mixed in cement, all aged and identical behind the defeated clouds peeling away for a monstrous, steel eye the unblinking, heinous glare burns red before me. e s cap e I take refuge under my own sky, k a lei do s co pi c See golden skies at the wake of dawn, stretching ‘cross newborn wings, cry soundless beginnings See mauve skies from the dust of twilight, harmonizing with the soft indies, purr breezing compassion See strawberry skies for midday flurries, welcoming warm, kindred souls, blush playful curiosity See azure skies along a silver-lined horizon, celebrating far and wild journeys, laugh reborned vitality See bronze skies guide the deepening dusk, standing last before the wicked night sleep stubborn passion Oh, see a peaceful, introverted life to create beauties unlike the world! Let me use my worries to dye my ink black, letting the sensuous words r u n down crisp, organic leaves, bathe naked in the mellifluous music around me, feeling the silk and honey f l o w down the lines of my palm, c h a se myself to strange and untouched lands, breathing in the wind, sand, stars passing by…. All I’ve ever wanted is to love and dream v i v a c i o u sly c r a z ily quivering with l i g h t Would you with me? Storm McKenna Adams Your laugh brushes over my ears, gentle
as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. The smell of the sea gently wafts over us, its melody creating a dreamy lullaby. The soft clouds in the sky are innocent and pure. I am at peace, at home in your company. Our laugh becomes passionate, devouring us from the inside out, creating a Necessity for oxygen never felt before. I feel happy, joyous, alive. The waves grow larger from the wind, and the clouds grow denser as our friendship grows. Yet I can’t help wondering, how will this end? It is rather nihilistic, but Everything pure ends eventually, and I know this will be no different. Will it be painful? Bitter? Will it be a storm of sadness, a flurry of tears? Or will it just be numb, a small disappointment, a river slowly forming into a stream, then running dry? The sun could glare down on our corpse-like bodies, Scorching. Burning. The thought of water and peace entirely consuming, ripping our body with desperation but there would be no water, no sea, no clouds, no sky, no tears. Nothing but the blinding, burning, scorching, searing desert left to shrivel us and break us into a thousand tiny pieces, crumbling into dust. We would both wish for the storm, for the tsunami, for anything but this agonizing numbness But there would be no turning back. Against all wishes our torture under this blazing hell of a sun would continue to infinity. Or your eyes could be a rainstorm with the news. Flying around me in sadness, drowning me in your blinked back tears. I might not be able to breathe, and picturing it I want to cry and laugh and scream and die. The sea would become a tsunami, splitting us apart, filling our lungs with acrid salt water. The clouds become thunder and lightning, electrocuting us as we scream into the deafening silence. Or we could just have a sinking feeling, a paper boat punctured with a tiny hole. Then time passes, the boat sinking slowly, until one day there is nothing left. We would sometimes scoop water out with a small bucket, but it would only slow the process. We would slowly turn away from each other, unclasp our hands, To go in different directions, Never looking back. Violet Wishes Dalia Levanon i wish that the whole world was my favorite color
i told my sister last night as she adjusted her quilt and pillows that would be boring she replies in her usual matter-of-fact tone You’re wrong i say before realizing that she is asleep i begin to drift off as well my eyelids fluttering shut breathing begins to slow the room is silent i wake up this morning look out the window as i do every day we never close the blinds i gasp rubbing my face slapping my cheeks but the view remains the same the sun is a sideways lavender crescent on the horizon the clouds are periwinkle puffs floating across the sky which happens to be a deep magenta i turn to examine the bedroom my desk the same shade as the delicate stripes on an orchid petal my sister’s face a bush of lilacs as i examine my reflection in the mirror i find out that my appearance is the same as her’s the entire day i am surrounded by hundreds of hues of purple who knew there were so many? i give up halfway through my classes the amethyst jewel of my screen causing my head to pound i burrow under the covers blackberry jam icicles clinging to the window pane i sleep once again yet as i close my eyes all i see is the dreaded color of wishes lacking the subtle excitement of finding a new shade and the increasing dullness of the entire world merging into one blur the next morning my sister drags me out of bed saying you were acting weird yesterday but i am not listening for the sun is a brilliant burst of glowing yellow the clouds are softly painted white the sky is a landscape of pure blue and i scoop my sister into a hug my face pressed into her espresso waves i announce you were right. Belated Birthdays Dalia Levanon our dorm room
has a certain fragrance so whenever i push open the steel door i am greeted by the gentle scent of apple vanilla scented candles kitty litter ben & jerry’s cherry garcia ice-cream which violet eats by the pint she buys it at the convenience store on the other side of campus because the prices are worth the commute she insists i rake my fingers through my choppy curls staring at the blank document on my laptop my knees pulled to my chest third period seminar begins in half an hour and i just got back from my poetry workshop crumpled gift bags are strewn across my bed each with the generic Happy Birthday written in rose gold lettering they only sell one design at the bookshop i don’t mind i cherish each of the presents i was given a dandelion chain from the friend who works two jobs and still can’t pay off her student loans the latest rupi kaur book from my peer who rarely speaks in class but once we’re dismissed never stops telling stories a blue faux succulent from my lab partner in neurobiology who claims that she couldn’t find any green ones and a candid portrait of myself from violet i look at this drawing now at the half-smile on my face my arms folded on the wooden desk eyes rolling at a comment the professor made i think back to five years ago where life was a mess of uncertainty paper masks and hand sanitizer online textbooks and walks in the dark because there was nothing else to do wondering what it would be like in college when life was supposed to get better well i whisper into the ears of this fifteen year old who mindlessly tears pieces of tape into shards of transparency it does get better it will get better life will always be a mess of uncertainty getting older is not about life getting easier cleaner more manageable it is about accepting the precariousness of each day each moment being grateful for every minute that you spend on this planet smelling the familiar scents of each home you will have collecting the gifts from the friends that you will someday meet she nods glancing at her global history homework i watch her knowing that she will not understand cannot understand until she has lived through my life and has become me just like i do not understand my life now and will not until i have experienced more of it in five years time wherever i am whoever i am. New York City Mckenna Adams Summer
Heat pulsed, no breeze of relief The air conditioner fiercely blew, driving out the worst of it The smell of cut wood and wall paint pervasive The ice cream truck playing songs outside It was indeed a cruel summer. Fall Cool air blew through the streets The classroom filled with people at work Friendships came into blossom Even as the trees lost their cover And the streets were filled with people dancing salsa. Winter The world grew white Beautiful specks floated from the sky, biting into flesh Breaths pumped rhythmically, inhaling the sharp air And the buildings downtown punctured the sky and ascended into the heavens The aroma of gingerbread and mint staining soft blankets. Spring The city woke again, from a deep slumber Green buds popped up on trees And life seemed to be carried through the air With two friends becoming inseparable But as soon as everything awoke, a pandemic caused it to sleep again. Summer Ambition stole through the atmosphere Intense focus on growth Never seemed to go away Except for the morning runs to the river and park Where the flowers bloomed and the trees were covered in green. Fall Days blended together Like vivid colors of paint mixing to become brown Everyday was filled with work An endless overflowing cup, with no escape And the world became dull with routine. Winter Soon the cold came again, carried through the air The buildings downtown lightly brushed the sky Then the buildings turned into trees as a car engine purred, And the trees became a cabin, cozy and warm, almost otherworldly Where life seeped through again. Spring Reunions slowly came, like fireflies in the darkness The trees and rocks grew green again Hope slowly drifted through the air Like a delicious scent you can almost identify, but not quite Summer And the city slowly awakened once more . |
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