The depth
of the conversation
ruined
by the waitress
pouring us water
Nikki Evans |
clouds in my coffee
across the counter
you offer
to read the grinds
in this empty cup
Carmella Braniger |
caught
by the landlord
she shows me
her coffee spoon
collection
Aubrie Cox |
after commenting
on my choice
of soup
I know she’s digging
for conversation
Jackson Lewis |
The depth
of the conversation
ruined
by the waitress
pouring us water
|
after commenting
on my choice
of soup
I know she’s digging
for conversation |
|
top
quarter champion
The depth
of the conversation
ruined
by the waitress
pouring us water |
|
top
half champion
sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored |
bottom
quarter champion
sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored |
sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored
|
sermon on
the end of the world
I want to be
that little boy
rocked in mother's lap |
sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored
Aubrie Cox |
angry ships
engaged in
an epic battle
inside
my head
Lainie Pahos |
sermon on
the end of the world
I want to be
that little boy
rocked in mother's lap
Randy Brooks |
Rocking you in my arms
as if you were my child
such a fragile thing
who'd have thought
I'd become a cat person
Nikki Evans |
|
top
half champion
sheathed sword
sitting in the corner
of my room
I wonder
if it gets bored
|
|
champion
this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall
|
bottom
half champion
this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall
|
nobody knows
the end of the story
in these dark days
how can we move on
love?
Randy Brooks |
why would
a girl like me
ever complain about
this crazy, oh so tragic
life I love
Heather Burgess |
four o’ clock
in the morning
and this world
beautiful silent world
is all mine
Joseph Bein |
late at night,
driving through the corn fields,
head feeling so heavy
while my neck and shoulders
want to crumble to the ground
Lauren Modlin |
why would
a girl like me
ever complain about
this crazy, oh so tragic
life I love
|
late at night,
driving through the corn fields,
head feeling so heavy
while my neck and shoulders
want to crumble to the ground |
|
top
quarter champion
late at night,
driving through the corn fields,
head feeling so heavy
while my neck and shoulders
want to crumble to the ground |
|
bottom
half champion
this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall |
bottom
quarter champion
this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall |
watching
it crawl
I warn her
too late
squish
|
this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall |
three words . . .
that’s all it takes
to send me
sulking
across campus
Jackson Lewis |
watching
it crawl
I warn her
too late
squish
Michelle Dixson |
Goodnight
tucked into bed
I escape into
a world
of dreams
Brianna Martin |
this big jump
into the abyss
I hold my breath
fold my hands
and free fall
Lainie Pahos |