Fun Facts and Feature Films by Monique Legaspi
Curiosity is a part of human nature.
We all want to know more about what’s going on around us,
but we have to set limits on what we learn
or else it’ll get really weird
and/or really gross
Live to See the Light by Jasmine Yang
Darkness slowly is revealed through the absence of light
Dots of brightness illuminate through the night
Cold, dead trees long deprived of leaves in the winter stand
Their thin, bare branches reach out like a thousand hands
Untitled by Ăndrea Primavera
A car passed by
Then came two
Disappearing in the distance
The silence grew
The Stroll by Kim Kraemer
Everything by Jessica Antonacci
Every smile across your lips
Every time it’s you I miss
for him by Jordan Tinitigan
the song playing on the radio
every single day at 4:17 PM
is the song that reminds me of him
The Original Verse by Thomas Fasano
I too sing America
But I sing the original tune
The melodies of ancestors long past
Bandana by Jamel Hernandes
I don’t walk around with a gun in my sagged pants
I don’t walk around with golden teeth and glittering glamour
I don’t walk around with glistening knuckles prepared to beat someone down
Dear White America by Lisa Brown
I am angry
And I have every right to be angry
Because I am tired of lacing my pain
With pale bandaids
Labeled I’m fine
Love Notes by Monique Legaspi
(Anonymous love notes from a budding musician.)
You are a whirlwind of a boy,
always twenty clicks too fast,
made of up-bows and breath marks and accents.
Confessions of a 2 a.m. poet by Rose Schaffer
How many poems does it take to convey a message that sounds kind of fake?
Fake love, fake hate, fake sadness.
Rhyming my sentences won’t make these sound any less bad,
but is it fake?
Now This Is Living by Samantha Torsiello
What’s the difference between existing and living?
That’s asking the same thing as asking what’s the difference between living and breathing?
What’s the difference?
Apology by Rose Schaffer
I’m sorry to my friends, relatives, strangers, anyone and everyone who has ever come in contact with me.
I’ve come to realize that my words are never really in the right order, or at least in the order that other people expect them to be.