Red!
Poetry
Short Stories
Featured
Composition and lyrics by William Li
The autumn leaves Am
Fly to the sky Em
They save the color Am
Red as my heart B7
By Kevin Ma
In summertime, our love is sweet, like ester* floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it diffuses from head to toes.
By Leila Lyu
Excited at exploring in the blood,
Xray tests the secret of the blood:
Check the blood, to see if it tells us about the murderer
With implication of the gene;
By Kieran Daly
Call me your baby to the sweet taste
of oranges at the harbour.
The river bleeds crimson love.
Our hearts taste like red berries
By Amy Seng
Dying rose emoji,
Rosa of the Rosacea.
When picked, you are as wobbly and
unsteady as ruby jelly.
By Kieran Daly
Red lives, absent meaning.
Red youth, life claimed.
Red victim, who to blame?
By Patrik Moltzen
Fallen leaves crunched under a blue stroller. In it rested a one-year-old child. Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the canopy of leaves.
By Tak Woo
I was taking a walk in the park when I saw him. I had run out of ideas of what to write for my upcoming poem due in 2 days for a submission to the New Yorker magazine,
By Kexin Qiu
You and I are in a sterile white room, empty except the two of us. The ceiling is tall, and the room is wide.
By Sophie Zhang
There is a grey room with grey walls and grey curtains. Mint green, but grey all the same. Grey with excessive sweat, grime, and taints from all over.
