Perfect Day

By Kathy Bonilla

My perfect day consists of sleeping in my warm bed snuggled up in my covers. 

Rushing to get ready to head out with friends 

Music blasting as I run past my mother waving goodbye and “I won’t be too long!”

Windows down, hair flowing, and miles of land ahead.

I see forests.

I see farms. 

I smell fresh air.

My citrus perfume floating in the breeze as I wave my arms out the window. 

Chewing down tart blueberries and slurping on fruit smoothies that taste like the sun. 

Adventure awaiting, 

excitement ready, 

and endless conversations.

What love looks like

By Amber Deyuliis


My love looks like reading screenshot “I love you’s” in bed by myself

Like staying up wishing you could be here

The vibration of my phone when you come online

My love feels like longing for your hand gently wrapped around mine, unable to be patient long enough to feel it for real

My love sounds like small giggles your silly typed words are quietly rewarded by

Like recording karaoke songs I dedicated to you which you would never hear

My love looks like day dreaming what our children would look like

Like sitting in a chaotic classroom with a pounding in my head reading your words, making the hell I was in a bit more bearable

My love feels like pure sugar when I read your ‘good luck’ text as I prepare to face the world for 7 hours

Like constant worrying over how you were and if you were okay or not

My love sounds like a sigh of relief knowing you were fine, at least for now

My love looks like trying to make you feel better after one of your depressing episodes

Like wanting so badly to be there with you and knowing I can’t, so instead I hug a stuffed animal

My love is real somewhere in my mind

Even now I wonder what you’re up to

My love was you