by admin | Apr 10, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 a godless room Kayla Simon i stopped praying for a while faith always slips away from me after loss. how i wished you could have seen the way i made Death into a father figure. i needed a strong grip in my life and had held Death’s hand enough...
by admin | Apr 9, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 weightless Kayla Simon i. you have cuts on your hands carved by your own fingertips and a burn from back when you could still stomach toast for breakfast. back when you could still stomach the image of your ribcage in mirrored glass. now you shake when your...
by admin | Apr 8, 2020 | Prose55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Truth Julianna Vaughan The two o’clock trolley arrives five minutes behind schedule to pick up the group waiting on Wilson Street. Two men and two women board; the women on their way to the grocer and the doctor, the men don’t say where they’re headed but the...
by admin | Apr 7, 2020 | Art55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Soft Falls of Fate Nicole Rico Nicole Rico has always been drawn to the occult and the idea of unseen beings living amongst us. Her work revolves around the concept of an Other: a living, breathing consciousness that inhabits us, our space, or follows...
by admin | Apr 6, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 twofold Katlyn Furlong I want to be transparent, I say—as light floods the room I used to call home—that’s the only way to make it real—to take this body and turn it into crystalline water—so that you can see me so clearly—you can see yourself reflected...
by admin | Apr 5, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 blood fruit Katlyn Furlong this summer I am all heart no song, raindrops vibrating a tin roof, the light that lingers, the soft hum of electric current, recurrently resurfacing— always coming up for air. I am a mouth full of a lover’s mouth full of love for...
