Poetry

“I was once told I was meant to be buried/in millions of snowflakes/and to quake against the wind...”
— "Snowflakes Fall Like Ash," Madelyn Chau, Vol 3
“They’ll ask for a martyr,/and all you’ll have to give/is your heart...”
— "Growing Pains," Amanda Venclovaite Pirani, Vol 3
“I watch a yellow puffy-coat waddle-giggle,/and his father scampers close behind. The wind/blows sharply across my cheeks. despite the/gnawing, I’ll sow crumbs on the ground/and shove pigeons in my pockets...””
— "Happy Birds," Amanda Venclovaite Pirani, Vol 3
“I wish most off all to remember these stolen/smiles, carefully selected chocolate-chip/desert and twirls/around the shipping carts./But I am busy scanning/lists and strangers’ eyes...”
— "Petty Crime!" Amanda Venclovaite Pirani, Vol 3