By Denis Harkin “First Poem for You” I like to touch your tattoos in complete darkness, when I canât see them. Iâm sure of where they are, know by heart the neat lines of lightning pulsing just above your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you to me, taking you until weâre spent and quiet on the sheets, I love to…
By Alan Cohn “The Dark Prophecy” The words that memory wrought are set to fire, Ere new moon rises o’er the Devil’s Mount. The changeling lord shall face a challenge dire, Till bodies fill the Tiber beyond count. Yet southward now the sun must trace its course, Through mazes dark to lands of scorching death To find the master of the swift white horse And wrest from him the crossword speaker’s breath. To westward palace must the Lester go; Demeter’s…
By Ellie Harsbarger “Bar Napkin Sonnet #11” Things happen when you drink too much mescal. One night, with not enough food in my belly, he kept on buying. Iâm a girl whoâll fall damn near in love with gratitude and, well, he was hot and generous and so the least that I could do was let him kiss me, hard and soft and any way you want it, beast and beauty, lime and saltâsweet Bacchusâ pardsâ and when his friend…
By Morgan Hatfield “The Meaning of Love” To love is to share life together to build special plans just for two to work side by side and then smile with pride as one by one, dreams all come true. To love is to help and encourage with smiles and sincere words of praise to take time to share to listen and care in tender, affectionate ways. To love is to have someone special one who you can always depend to…
By Megan Hatfield The poem âFlowers From a New Love After a Divorce,” as you guessed it from the title, analyzes a new love that arises after a divorce and uses symbolism with metaphorical imagery to highlight the idea of being able to recover from something such as a heartbreak or a divorce of a past relationship, that has caused you so much pain. After this pain, the author concludes that even with all this suffering and enduring grief, you…
By Siarra Hoover âI Thank Youâ I thank you, kind and best beloved friend, With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister, When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her, Less for the gifts than for the love you send, Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey; If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly, And not unto myself ascribe, unduly, Things which you neither meant nor wished to say, Oh! Tell me, is the hope then…
By Tyler Bell “A Red, Red Rose” O my Luve is like a red, red rose    Thatâs newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody    Thatâs sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,    So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear,    Till aâ the seas gang dry. Till aâ the seas gang dry, my dear,    And the rocks melt wiâ the sun; I will love thee still,…
By Faith Brammer I have a vivid memory of picking up a beautiful book at our local libraryâs book sale around seventh grade– Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. It was a deep navy color with faded gold embossing ornamenting the cover, still so beautiful in its aged state. I remember buying it purely for its prettiness, only to have it sit on my shelf for months afterwards. However, one dull and rainy Saturday, I opened up the volume and was…
By Erin Ross In middle school and high school, quotes from Looking for Alaska were strewn all over Tumblr and Instagram. The story, or a few circulated quotes at the least, served as a sort of aesthetic for young kids who felt a sense of loneliness they believed could only be understood through literature and art. I avoided the book for a while, but eventually gave in, allowing my adolescent emotions and desire for a sense of self to take…
By Miranda Miller I would be lying if I said The Fault In Our Stars didnât hit close to home. The emotional pain of physical loss is one that really resonates with me. When I was 5 years old my sister died of a massive stroke from having major complications from one of her heart surgeries. When I was younger I was surrounded by terminally ill patients all of the time. Children who were losing so much of their life…