A collection of several short submissions.

Reasons Why Dr. Myers Deserves a Raise

by Hailee Marion and Gwyn Story

Myers is zany
He stands on tables, throws chairs,
and sings Spanish songs

Scented Echoes

by Dongha Lee

Fading perfume of lilies
Followed by surging aromas
Busy kitchen cloaked in shadows
This time, as a guest

The Handle Is Brass

by Miriam Boersma

It is made of sturdy oak:
Thick, heavy, opaque.
It has no windows
And no keyhole.
The handle is brass,
Freshly polished.
Either it is soundproof
Or the other side is silent.
I don't want to open it.

cataracts

by Sebastian Bilbo

It’s dark. His teeth pierce, and salt floods his tongue.

Flowering Pain

by Anonymous

My flowering heart
Petals red as my roses
Falling out of me