Á La Buk

by Marina Blitshteyn

I don’t feel

Like you love me

Because when

You opened

the door

You never held it

For me

Did you

Lose interest

Or have

You found

Someone else

To open

Doors for

I don’t think

You know me

Anymore

I heard

Your hesitation

When you ordered

For me

At our favorite

Restaurant

Maybe

This means

You changed

Maybe this means

I’m changing

I don’t know

What you want

From me

We’re different, I can

Feel it

Sometimes I

Wonder

If you ever

Really cared

Because when

I talk to

you

you never

listen.

Blemished

by Puranjay Singh

Ah!

Alright.

So we have here one more

Bloated Bastard Blemish

That makes my face feel like a bean

Old girls have it. Women.

Pretty girls have to be young. Eighteen.

That lotion just doesn’t work

That woman must've had a good make up man

Her skin looked like porcelin.

Or maybe that was real too.

For all I know she could be wearing. A natural tan.

But then they promised that it would work

The lab tests they showed that too

I paid an arm. I sold a leg.

I crossed my fingers

Took one deep breath

But that Bloated Bastard

Just doesn’t disappear. He's a blemish.

A blemish.

The lotions don’t work

They just leave me dry.

I need something new.

To make me pretty

As you know who.

But I have just an arm

And only one leg to sell

With that I'll buy a new face

Without any Bloated Bastard Blemishes.

I wont leave a mark. I promise.

I'll leave the old one. Without a trace.

Maker’s Mark

by Jungmin Kim

i’m hot and bare

like disguised day

because i try to hide

what i think of you

just be my friend

for one last year

run through the amber wheat

your laugh is a red glass

i’ll never catch

we love for a time

but not for ever

The Ice Storm

by Sean McGill

Wishful wild wondering why weather waits to wow, while wilting trees trickle teardrops tenderly on the tundra. Ice frosting on an otherwise unappealing Buffalo cake. Shimmering scarves saturated single blades of bluegrass, beckoning for blinding brilliance to vanquish venomous volumes of finicky forgotten frost. Each tree evolving as an excellent exhibit during a free ice sculpture show. Slick silver spots sparkle from the sultry street, which innocently evades innocent idealizers of the ill temperatures. Raw rock salt smothers and stains, removes paint, and roughly rusts, especially rolls royce or new rondos. By and by, we always blame Al the weatherman.

Is Path Warm?

by Wellness Education Services

Ideation

Substance Abuse

Purposelessness

Anxiety

Trapped

Hopelessness

Withdrawal

Anger

Recklessness

Mood Change