by Gates Ogilvie | Feb 15, 2024 | 2024 Finalists
Laying Not-so-regal on the half-couch Feed me grapes Amongst sun-bleached pillars Pay attention to the summer freckles on my nose Please, not the fires in my eyes. Study me like art Please, miss the mark. Interpret. Assign me anything but me. The room is... by Gates Ogilvie | Feb 15, 2024 | 2024 Finalists
An end greeted all too quickly, this final form is but a whisper of what you once were. Leaves are your iron, forged in fire’s nemesis, cooled by winter’s tears. Constantly contrasted, static sitting in the synthetic tundra. Days numbered, by the... by Gates Ogilvie | Feb 15, 2024 | 2024 Finalists
“Oh,” said my mother. “That’s good.” She turned back to her dishwashing. “You barely looked at it!” The sweat from my hand had stained my first-place certificate. “Can’t you even pretend to care?” “Can’t you see I’m busy, Emma? I’ll look at it later.” “You always... by Gates Ogilvie | Feb 15, 2024 | 2024 Finalists
Your love is like an empty Nutella jar, Like the feeling of coming home from school and finding out your sister ate the last pizza slice. It’s like a drunk violinist trying to play guitar, It’s like being thirsty and only having whiskey to drink,...