Tomorrow is orange peels. the fibers are stuck under my...

when i was young i tasted a fire i didn't want his mouth sent gray, billowy smoke into my lungs and it's been hard to catch my breath...

i built a dam of stone to patch a leak in my brain, keeping hasty yearnings to myself, but cracks began forming as my vision blurred, he...

From Here, The Road A change is coming, I an uproar, I a whimper of willow breaking against the soft stagger of animal fur, I and, have...

Steak, rustic, the fleshy side I squeezed, spurred on by a virgin, stabilized by a verb. Flank me, copper, my hips pungent with meat...

This is not something I measure on a rubric. Your thoughts at 18 on your mom who took drugs and the boyfriend who came back. That night ...

I was taught that the word gay meant anything but love. I was taught to use it as an insult against those who outranked me, or those who...

Searching for something misplaced in youth: a little love, a pocket of hope, the day you will die. All of the times you chose beauty over...

Sometimes it was obvious— a cardinal in the snow. Other times it would wait like a hawk among bare branches. Not quite hidden, not as...

tremors from the street knock at the window’s glass seep in through some cracks in the walls and when I put my hand on the floor I feel...

You whisper mi chiquita loca in my untamed ear. Your voice wisps out fresh into the criss -cross of some Texan back road before us,...

Alexandra Ernst is the 4th place prize winner of the Spring 2021 Sad Girls Club Poetry Contest Amidst Barbies with ridiculous snarls, a...