The ocean waves crash on the silver shore,
Water rushing over my toes,
Chilled, I stand,
Though the sun attempts to ease my woes.
Alone, I stand on shifting sand,
With no place...
There is a scarecrow in the garret,
In his hands he possesses the withers
Of a flower once described by karat
Do not scare the crows
For the devil and his murder will come
They...
Arrival
Waiting for your arrival
Looking for you in the sea of uniforms
My inability to recognize you
You’re gone for only a year
But I’m eight so a year feels like...
Literary Magazine is open for submissions! Our theme is Flora & Fauna. We accept all submissions regardless of theme, but if you want to write a Flora & Fauna piece and are struggling to find inspiration,...
In a quiet corner of the multiverse, far from the reach of ordinary human senses, lies a peculiar city of the smallest things. In this city, residents don’t walk down streets or open doors the way we...
I want to paint you.
I want to smudge charcoal into the lines of your hair
And sketch your glittering eyes
And color your beautiful smile.
Your beauty is nature itself.
I...
the thought of living
haunts me to this day.
for I am not a poet,
but a puppet on display.
I gave away all I could give,
but you'll still take
what you crave to live.
I am not your storage.
I am...
Why do we look at the Bulb in the sky?
A single dot lighting up the grim night.
Of the many People stronger than I
Few compare to the orange, blue, or white.
The light illuminates...
