by Lunchbox Editor | Jan 23, 2026
we have each other and sometimes we hate each other were the only ones we have i spent christmas without my family for the first time this year and christmas eve without my best friend and her family i feel empty and almost awful but not quite because i don’t miss...
by Lunchbox Editor | Jan 23, 2026
August is one long Sunday— a slow ache of subtlety. That lazy pain subsides— December comes, eventually. The sun bears its soul upon the world, forewarned only by flamelike flowers. The snow strips the world of any soul, leaving only the wind’s lonely powers. To live...
by Lunchbox Editor | Jan 23, 2026
Confronted with this pale pastiche of beforeness. I think he used to be beautiful. Those big doe eyes now held a film of suspicion, no longer lit from the inside. We kissed and I thought about my neglected Jung homework. All Snow Whites must become the evil Magic...
by Lunchbox Editor | Jan 23, 2026
Holding holding We walked together The wild turkey taking us Within its grip Harmonica and sea And then unprompted As the maple shedding layers The clothes An unspoken desire Running Fingers intertwined The water only Vastest of oceans with the women of the tree The...
by Lunchbox Editor | Jan 23, 2026
at night, I often think, wonder, worry what will I do in life? where will I go? who will I be with and who will I be? but what I think about most, who am I leaving behind? it’s a strange thing, growing up when summer breaks become your last moments living at home the...
