Madison Julius Cawein, “Dusk In The Woods”

— Sarah Williams

11.12.24

My days consist of studying for hours, going on walks to clear my head and consuming way too much coffee.

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

TB

am I really that hard to love

(i suspect it's love)

i catch myself in daydreams

of your arms

where i lay, drunk and warm

and took my favorite grainy picture of you

the frame mostly occupied by

your eyes

containing something knowing of

my awareness growing

like suspicion all day

i couldn't rinse us out

of my mouth in the morning

i think we're on the same page

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Wound is the origin of wonder”

"I love this harsh world because it has you in it."

Abhilasha, from "My illusion of you"