Dragonhearts

by Nikita Gill

There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.

blood. The truth is, everyone has either loved a monster or been one, and sometimes both.

Ask Hades when he let go of his brothers. Even in the Underworld, the air suddenly honeyed, made his reign feel so much kinder, better than it ever was before.

“goodbye, my love.”

So when they ask you what you weigh, you don’t need to look down at any scale. Instead, simply tell them the truth; tell them how you weigh whole universes and storms and scars and stories, too.

In this house, we write response poems to our friends’ poems. We never have to look too far for a pen. There

everything is hyperbole and metaphor.

There’s so much noise and none of it keeps me up at night.

by Trista Mateer

Some things are just done off the page.

My survival is still the loudest and most honest thing I have ever done to show myself how much I love myself. by Nikita Gill

a poem crafted out of texts I’ve sent to my friends

Prompt/ creative idea

you could read a grocery list and I’d call it a poem / queen of my heart

missing nothing because we had everything.

because joy is best unplanned /

We are always two wholes coming together by choice. Never halves. by Nikita Gill

the poems you read over the phone

Your Soul is a River

[Dis]connected: Poems & Stories of Connection

the princess saves herself in this one

the witch doesn’t burn in this one

to make monsters out of girls

Honeybee The Dogs I Have Kissed Before the First Kiss Redacted