You make the earth your stage –
you are sure will never meet.
The oceans that separate your love
stand a chance.
You move so quickly on this land,
(like/where years are days)
that all those islands that dared
romanticize the idea of you
are taken for
Why are you painting this world red
when you are in
love with the sky?
Why are you pretending that you
would be in
love with the sky
only if the blues turned a soft green.
Art by Brooklyn Whelan
I know you want me there. Closer to each breath you exhale and even closer when you inhale. I know you want to be able to pull me out like handwritten letters on a day you are craving meaning. I know you want to touch every fibre of my being and turn Sparks into an emergency fire. But try convincing these ears that don’t hear you say these words. The hands that stretch for you but don’t reach your fingers even when you’re near and the legs that pretended it needed crutches. If they agree, I’ll agree”
Photo by Mark Del Mar
“I think I’ve been way too hard on myself. I was trying to find a float, and reminiscing making life rafts with you that It slipped my mind that I’ve known how to swim since I was 3 years old. I was looking for conversations, that I forgot to initiate some. I was looking for a room filled with lights that I forgot to turn the lights on in my own room. Got to just jump into that lake and turn those lights on. ”
Picture art by Jason Scottish
“Butterflies are so passé
Give me words, Love”
“Between tangled timezones and endless space, stay trapped, a dozen conversations in front of that mirror. That shade of lipstick, those earrings or the taste of that lotion. Which one did you hate the most? Y’all created a dozen replications of the same sequence. How did y’all end up loving that reflection, when all y’all spoke about were the little things you hate? What happens to all that truth your hands spoke to her waist ” -Excerpt from a sent mail
”Take me back to where it all began. The place I fell more in love with winter. Where, ironically it was about the warmth, that my body now owes yours. When the only people rooting for us, were mountains dressed in white capes and tall pine trees that only lifted my hopes higher” –
Picture Art by Mason Prendergast.
”When you do open your arms I hope they stretch wide enough to hold me from a millenia and oceans away. When emptiness starts to pull me towards its depth, I hope your presence enters with loud thumping sounds of your monstrous feet. And when I do get cold on the inside, I’m certain that your words will work as fine as your lips and steal my heart with all your warmth.
For darling, I’m counting on this giant love”
Art work/ PC by Quinn Corrado