Texas Does Not Claim Me by Zendra Morales
Inside of me there are two wolves and both are thrashing and gnawing at my bones and my brain and my heart and my flesh and I want to get out of this hell that is Texas with confirmation that it hates me and does not want to chew me up yet it would love […]
Election Night by Zendra Morales
I want to spiral if only for a minute catch my breath try the breathing exercises the kids do. Let me spiral then there will be nowhere to go nowhere but up. Foolish. Optimistic. I will spiral out of control into a fit of rage rage that could make me could make me crash my […]
After Election Day by Mycah Miller
My mother texts me that regardless of the president, flowers still bloom and the sun still shines here. My sister confirms from her morning surf that the world is still incredible. my PT tells me if it hurts a little to push through it, my therapist says saying “I’m just so tired” is a trauma […]
The dandelions that grow in our fields by Caiti Quatmann
they are oblivious with their cheerful yellow blooms. They sway & nod & scatter their seeds with the complacency of the uninformed, of petals wide open, of roots shallowly anchored in the soil. They don’t seem to know their fragility lies just beneath that façade of resilience. How a (careless) foot might not see them […]
the thing about it is by Caiti Quatmann
once the words I swallow reach my belly, they begin to burn. There is no way to release them without igniting everything around me. Their heat spreads across my insides, sears my throat. No matter how much water I drink, the fire lingers, growing. This is what happens when silence takes root. A pact is […]
