BrainScramble Magazine. The world through our eyes. BSB i4: CRUSH, out now.
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Reasonable Doubt
By summer, they would bear heavy fruit. Red, ripe, and gleaming like truth finally unearthed. The neighbors would marvel and say the soil here must be special.
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Granite
Hands full of nothing, placed in their ever growing pile.
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A Kind of Mercy
Still, when he smiles at you the next day, for just a moment, your chest opens. The sun catches the glass of the kitchen window and turns everything gold. It doesn’t last, but it’s enough.
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Edat Cor
Lachesis, your Icarus has fallen But, Sisters, notice how the sea isn’t sullen He hasn’t reached for his wings, wax and strings of a toy For he’s found locus amoenus with this boy
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Dear Life,
I think I’m falling in love with you.
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Deciduous
Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
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The Fish Have No Feelings
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
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Dreamwalker speaks genesis
Before you were dust, you were the universe.
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As Angels Grow
I had tumbled and fought my way through a seemingly endless path, but I had somehow reached a dead end.
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BARS
I began to wonder if I had been relegated to live in complete and utter isolation from any and all genuine connection.
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perpetual motion machine
tomorrow the moon, moving forward; and then. tomorrow i find that everything will; the history of existence stretched out before us. like it will never be this way. like that will make a difference. indefinite spin cycle on the basement floor, chalky fluorescence splashing over steel-rimmed panes. forty-four minutes. three dollars and twenty-five cents. and…
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Infinite Universe Theory (An Alternate ending, a sadder song)
4. Welcome to Universe H (An Alternate ending, a sadder song) (From out of the darkness, bells toll) I knew you once, sweet girl / Eyes big and wide in the dark. Yeah, I knew you. Hair twisted up in wonky braids / Scar under your left eyebrow. I write your name out in morse…
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ataraxia
i have discovered a new place to belong. i have left the sanctuary empty and linked arms with my mother on my way out. i take photographs of my own and etch the images onto my ribs. it serves as a reminder of today for when i become distracted by tomorrow. if not eudaimonia, i…
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A – ANATOMIC
A – ANATOMIC C – circuit, v : to travel completely around I have looked at your face thousands of times, each with a different set of eyes. I have watched it crumple and fall, time and time and time again. I can see my own gaze in the reflection of your irises. I see…
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My Love in Comparison: A Call to Keep Lesbians Loving
In 2023, I wrote My Love in Comparison: A Critique On Modern Love. I wrote this piece out of desperation. It was a gasp for air as I felt myself drowning in the expectations and critiques of others, my head bobbing out of water enough times to profess my undying love for the way I…
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Small hands walk in.
My little room at the end of the hall. It is a home converted into a piano studio. Small hands walk in held by tiny bodies, their mothers’ sweet perfume, jagged bangs, crooked glasses, baby teeth, and high pitched laughter. I look at memories from the vault that I forgot were already stored in my…
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alone together
Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light and the twilight shines pale again. the breathing next to me doesn’t cease. though, i guess mine doesn’t either. i suppose that’s what we call a win.
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Anatomy of a Flowerless Vase