Poetry by Anisa Tavares

wandering everything i did to replicate and to break apart the lies where the truth in myself ended and the face i could see now blurred between the lines i stopped looking into mirrors because the reflection was so distorted i turned into somebody i thought you’d like then watched as you avoided me never Read More…

Poetry by Anisa Tavares

to you: a love letter a love where we kiss at every red light a love where you stay a little while longer and you beg me to do the same a love that caters to me and my needs as much as i give and give unto you a love that doesn’t feel wrestled Read More…

Poetry by Anisa Tavares

overgrown what if the future can’t be promised and i can’t make you love me what if we wake up at the same lonely hour in different lonely beds what happens when we look in the mirror, or out into the world, expecting to see a glimpse of what once was a comforting reflection a Read More…

Poetry by Anisa Tavares

evergreen candid photographs above a blackened furnace stovetop grilled cheese and marble countertops worn down over time time spent between you and me bedsheets scattered every which way love spread in each direction like peanut butter on bread the lights flicker it’s almost time to pay the bills the tv’s on but no one’s watching Read More…

Getaway Car by Jocelyn Kingman

I get motion sickness the same way that I get nervous when I am with you I have a nice view to distract from me from the feeling that I am not made for moving fast Even though my heart is happy and I am excited for the journey I can’t help but get sick Read More…

Poetry by Jason Rodriguez Tavares

Longing Once more I tread this course, One I know far too well, I enter with hope as well as caution, For I hope to know your beauty as well as I do your horrors I am soaked in the overwhelming need for you, Yet I still feel the burns from our last encounter, So Read More…

Poetry by Anisa Tavares

  lost   the bed is still warm from when you once lay here with me in solemn rest where i once dreamt a perfect dream   stolen adolescence shielded in shining afternoons, every thought cursed to be all-consumed by you. the forefront of my mind always looking ahead, but something, somehow, always wondering if Read More…

Ray and the Dog II by Ben Comeau

Ray stepped through the door and into the harsh cold. The wind was light but sharp and the daylight awesome but distant and unwarming. He was about to step off the curb before catching himself. The blue painted door to the coffee shop closed behind him, silencing the unnerving conversation between the cashier and the Read More…