Round 13 – Monza
Introduction Hello! My name is Kat, and I’m a creative writing student at the University of Maine at Farmington. This blog is going to be dedicated to reviewing the results … Continue Reading Round 13 – Monza
It’s you and me in the summertime by Asha Lescault
“It’s you and me in the summer time”Except it’s notIt’s just meSummers used to be filled with laughterBike rides down the long dirt roadPushing my uncle into the poolSummers used … Continue Reading It’s you and me in the summertime by Asha Lescault
For Scarlet, In Our Season by Bebe Cullen
Scarlet and Ihave never seen each other in the summer.She’s tan in the fall,I’m flushed in winter,In spring we’re bothGreen eyes andLong weekend drives.She didn’t knowThat since I cut my … Continue Reading For Scarlet, In Our Season by Bebe Cullen
Falling in love again by Adrian Alie
Your gentle eyes calm me as we lay side by side, our legs tangled together so we don’t break apart. The humming of the A/C fills the hot air, working … Continue Reading Falling in love again by Adrian Alie
Summer at home by Lyra Carter
I can’t pretend I spend my summers staying far from home.Foreign places and strange countries, I have never roamed.But with warm sand and water shifting underneath my feet,I see these … Continue Reading Summer at home by Lyra Carter
The Sensations of Summer by Jayannie C Rodriguez Rosario
As days melt into nights, swirls of sensations fill my still body.Feet ache, a gentle reminder of a shift full of laughter and a not so secret helping of ice … Continue Reading The Sensations of Summer by Jayannie C Rodriguez Rosario
Please, Enjoy the Summer by Blaire Lee
The sun was hot, a glowing burst,We wandered through fields, blissful at first.Your laugh, just like a summer breeze,Underneath the shaking trees.We would give all that we know,Whilst watching fireflies … Continue Reading Please, Enjoy the Summer by Blaire Lee
Pond by Neil Iron
We were dropped off by our parentsAt a lake to swim inSoft sand and sharp rocksMixed in the shoresBut a gentle tide all the same We swam far, going into … Continue Reading Pond by Neil Iron
An Excerpt from “Oliver C.D.” by Shayla DiRico
Every summer, UMF hosts the Longfellow Writer’s Camp. Editor Anabelle hosted a contest for the students. The following excerpt comes from the winning piece, Oliver C.D., a profound short story … Continue Reading An Excerpt from “Oliver C.D.” by Shayla DiRico
GYM CONFESSIONS: 7
south berwick summer sabbatical I. inside noah kahan concert clipson the television, dad tearyeyed while mom popskettle corn in the microwave.dog, jasper, jasper’s lickinga bugbite beneath my bulgedout kneecap. table … Continue Reading GYM CONFESSIONS: 7
The lungs are filled with the image undone by Ivan Leontyev
Here, at the edge, there is nothing but space,Here, at the edge, there is nothing but time.The lungs, filled with fresh air, are unfulfilled,For, the mind is tired, lost in … Continue Reading The lungs are filled with the image undone by Ivan Leontyev
Three Poems by Bill Routhier
the miraculous is so the miraculous is soand we so adultywave it awayas if so socomplacency in copious richesanother Edenic dayho huma blue jay featherI seed them dailyone left this … Continue Reading Three Poems by Bill Routhier
ode to the red-tail hawk by Ella Kindt
Ella Kindt is a poet and writer from South Carolina. She is currently pursuing an MFA in poetry at North Carolina State University. Their work appears in Susurrus Magazine, Carolina … Continue Reading ode to the red-tail hawk by Ella Kindt
GYM CONFESSIONS: 6
wake up routinemy black cat cormacis a super-feline witha grand desire to groomthose he loves sandpaper tongue glidingthe arc of my nose at fivein the a.m. with that buzzingpur-chest firm … Continue Reading GYM CONFESSIONS: 6
GYM CONFESSIONS: 5
meditation on Vertigospirals, stars and spirals,morphing– no, bleedingviolently through the surfaceof my blurry green-brownirises, a fountain of rainpipesludge cascading the applesof my cheeks and poolingin the corner of my big … Continue Reading GYM CONFESSIONS: 5
Two Poems by Nick Hilbourn
Old ManThe day started with a sunrise.The farm was wet with dewand an old man sat down his drawing materialsuntil eveningwhen it was time to look for his knife. You … Continue Reading Two Poems by Nick Hilbourn