by admin | Mar 6, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Oath of Identity Celine Gauge I remember when our hands first met. when my blood melted holes in the snow, and yours fell thick on the dry pavement. a twin set of open wounds, freely weeping. are we really back here again? the crossroads have lost...
by admin | Mar 3, 2021 | Art56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Searching for Solomon – Number 15 Noah Miller Noah Miller is a senior music performance major at Michigan State University. While not a photographer by trade, he enjoys telling stories through still images just as much as he does through...
by admin | Mar 2, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Quarantine Capitalism Elysia Baskins I’m what they call a sellout, a poster child for being a poser Imposter syndrome the size of a brick house and my pride: a house made of sticks Say it, bitch, say it! I’m a cocksucker for the corporate conglomerate,...
by admin | Feb 28, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Lower Roxbury Tiera Moore Pride Mayra Martine had lived in Lower Roxbury for a short time. Since her father, with his teeth shining and brow glistening, gambled all the money away. Before, she had pranced the main streets of Boston, head high, looking like a...
by admin | Feb 27, 2021 | Poetry56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Coffee Anna Sharudenko as I pour coffee into a cup, it fills the room with an earthly pungent smell. I imagine what it would be like to think of you when the sun comes up … my consciousness drifts away. there is an end to a universe, but at its edge,...
