A glistening tear
runs down the sun’s face
as she comes to the cold realization
that while she was preoccupied
being the light of everyone’s life,
she didn’t have enough sunshine
to light up her own.
It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
by Emma Koehn
A glistening tear
runs down the sun’s face
as she comes to the cold realization
that while she was preoccupied
being the light of everyone’s life,
she didn’t have enough sunshine
to light up her own.

A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]

Life we wake into, Move about to, then die. So still, so cool. Till a Giant proclaims a color to wheat, Will we see beyond this red heat. Such as these are still. In honor of Emily Dickinson’s birthday.

I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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