The Average, One-Lining, Love-Liable Narrator

When I profess to love you forever, You should know, cause I already told you That I’m lying—that my love is for never.   Now I can see that your attractive look Diminishes as time passes on, first Impressions of your beauty, I know I mistook   Because now your pimple skin has pus; Now … Continue reading The Average, One-Lining, Love-Liable Narrator

Leaving My Hometown with Nothing but a Platonic Relationship

My mission has become a haze In these droning hours—   Snaking pavement, Grass coated medians: Another couple hundred miles, Another tank of diesel fuel, Another nook and cranny town Left unexplored by my consciousness As the gas logo sign posts, Bat me in the eye Like flies Pillars and bridges are swooping down With … Continue reading Leaving My Hometown with Nothing but a Platonic Relationship

The War on Drugs: a Symptom of a Larger Issue

By Corinita Reyes   In the war on drugs, the real targets have not been drugs themselves but on those who live a life in which drugs are ever present. Drugs prove to be a persistent issue in low income neighborhoods, specifically those who have an ethnically diverse makeup. The fact that those affected most … Continue reading The War on Drugs: a Symptom of a Larger Issue

Another Anything for a Little Attention Man

It’s true that a plastic rimmed hat That cost me ten cents at a thrift store Is sitting on my head; And it’s true that they gave me A free plastic trash bag To covers some  of my Old five and dime store clothing display; And it’s true I might have taken the bus; When … Continue reading Another Anything for a Little Attention Man

Ode to Self-Discovery

To hell with the insipid emptiness That keeps good people ineptly drowned! Gaze into the perplexed distress and bless The self that is so often shackle bound! This is my pledge to the introspection That so often is betrayed or unknown Or left to rot in the gutter of dread And then scavenged for the … Continue reading Ode to Self-Discovery

Dining Room Discourse

Come travel the depths of this lonely night Where knotted roots grope for a morsel Amid the pale faces of flesh undressed Whose pathways are smitten with pools of blood That had once been pumped by a vital heart Now lay stagnant, solitary tear drops. “Besides,” she says: head bowing, smile sly, “My boyfriend would … Continue reading Dining Room Discourse