Prose & Cons

By Alexis Farabaugh I wish you could see That the sun rises over our heads every day Even if darkness by our axis and moonless…

Despair; Despair for all I’ll never know; For lost nights and Lethe’s pale torpid glow. Lost is all I ever dreamed, lost amongst Mab’s loom,…

Porcelain friendships We are infantile in a velvet sunrise Sticky in the morning light Tonight the moon shines Constellations outside We play connect the dots…

He woke to golden beams streaming in from the half-closed blinds, the soft morning sun alighting carefully on his face and across his closed eyelids.…

Always trying to expand, Stretching minds, spread wide like a roll of wrapping paper unraveling Unraveling wildly, Letting loose, freely, without boundaries Just some shiny…

These places sing loud In the good weather. The faces are proud In the good weather. Farmers keep dirt in their fingernails. Tell me no…

Sidney Kugelmass was not a man of words, but a man of action. His actions, however, were not preceded by rational thought. From the moment…

It was hot in that dark room, as hot as the blazing sun that weaves itself underneath my skin so that it glows like the…

So you stand, Stillness against the darkened sky, Drawing in the street’s passing eyes. Does it cross your mind Perhaps one day to find yourself…

I can feel it, It’s as bright as the steady Autumn winds are crisp, It’s as loud as the velvet Sea-foam waves are serene, That…