By: Sondra Lowe I don’t want to remember that your little boys are named Liam and Mason. …Or why Liam has the scar on his cheek, or when Mason plays soccer, or what their smiles look like… Like yours. I don’t want to remember your favorite songs. …Or singing them in my car. I […]
By: Sondra Lowe Everyday, I will go to the bar you took me to, because it was your favorite. And I’ll have one of those bitter, terrible “craft” things I tried… because it was your favorite. Maybe, one night you’ll walk through the door? I figure it’s worth a try, because I was […]
By: Sondra Lowe Your smile cracks like fireworks, My knees crack like I’m about to pray to gods never believed in before… Tonight. Your hands clench the strings of me, Speak so I can seek freedom like a balloon released. I imagine your lips drinking in my skin. Your eyes scare me because […]
Punk Poetry: Monsters’ Girlfriends By: Audrey Brown-Williams Monsters’ Girlfriends Kay See the way the water breaks the dark river and know, he’s under there all right, trying to pretend he doesn’t see you. His pink gills expand and contract, making a bright spot in the army green depths. You sense he wants to play, “stalking”, […]
