A Summer Without Sun
by Luka M
The hot, hot sun was supposed to penetrate through the soft clouds and through my
bones. My skin would be painted in tomato red and even my freckles would darken
like small cacao beans.
The ground was supposed to dance with the rattling heat waves and no drip of ice
cream would have cured the sweat dripping down my forehead.
There would have been endless nights of cicada screams but the world would have
been careless and dazed and too awed at the fireworks that beamed for three
seconds.
That was what summer should have been.
bones. My skin would be painted in tomato red and even my freckles would darken
like small cacao beans.
The ground was supposed to dance with the rattling heat waves and no drip of ice
cream would have cured the sweat dripping down my forehead.
There would have been endless nights of cicada screams but the world would have
been careless and dazed and too awed at the fireworks that beamed for three
seconds.
That was what summer should have been.
Pure Vulgarity
by Melody Chen
The unmasked eyes of constellations
Reflects off the starry river of chastisement
Like pure gems of diamonds
Generously void in the dingy basement of Earth
The still water
As humble as it can be
Reflects the glamour and charm
Of the haughty eyes of the stars
A torrent of black currents
Condescends the river’s purity
Boisterous and merciless,
The waves wreak the starry night sky
Eager of the outcome
The flowers of the fetter bushes
Bend their dewy necks
To examine the water’s havoc
Reluctant to surrender
The overcast clouds drift away
To reveal the charm and seductiveness
Of the feigned purity of the celestial galaxy
Reflects off the starry river of chastisement
Like pure gems of diamonds
Generously void in the dingy basement of Earth
The still water
As humble as it can be
Reflects the glamour and charm
Of the haughty eyes of the stars
A torrent of black currents
Condescends the river’s purity
Boisterous and merciless,
The waves wreak the starry night sky
Eager of the outcome
The flowers of the fetter bushes
Bend their dewy necks
To examine the water’s havoc
Reluctant to surrender
The overcast clouds drift away
To reveal the charm and seductiveness
Of the feigned purity of the celestial galaxy