the prettiest face

by tyler j johnson

The man sitting at the first booth of the coffeeshop that I work at is ugly.

However, he has the prettiest face I’ve ever seen.

His face is rough

His hair is long

His jacket is clean

His face is rough.

As I puff the smoke out of my lungs from the last drag of my cigarette

I contemplate

This man

His face is rough

Who is he?

I’ve seen his pretty, rough face before

I couldn’t forget

Is his life in any way similar to mine?

Probably not

I usually see him alone

or with a friend

or his partner.

I don’t have a friend

I don’t have a partner

I’ve finished my cigarette

My face grown rougher than before the first drag

One day maybe

My face

will be

as rough as the man’s.

I’ll be ugly

I’ll be pretty

I’ll have a friend

I’ll have a partner

One day

but not today

maybe never.

tyler is on instagram @loureedswetdream

constant love eyes


poem by samantha peters, art by joe banks

I fall in love with people easily

I know it’s not real love

But a fleeting love

In the moment it seems just as strong as real love

I see these people in just a few seconds, just a few random seconds

I’ll probably never see them again 

But there they are, in that precise, unique moment of time

And I am in love with them and the idea that we can have these moments in time

I see a man walking his dog trying to get it to stop sniffing the grass

I know nothing about him, but in that moment all of me is in love with all of him

It’s not vanity

It’s the moment

It’s somehow overwhelming and calming at the same time

To be completely enamored for a brief moment

It’s a look, a smile, a wink, a brushing of the hair, a flicking of something off the pants, it’s everything

And it’s the uniqueness of everything, knowing I will never see that exact moment again, that makes me fall in love

samantha is on instagram & twitter @pamseters

joe is on instagram @spacekingfelix