I Wanted to Write You Into a Love Poem
By Caitlin Cacciatore I wanted to write you into a love poem, But all I can conjure Is a picture of a girl crying off… Read More »I Wanted to Write You Into a Love Poem
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All Hallows Eve
By Shyann Cooks She’s fading. If it’s not the bags drowning her soul underneath those withering eyes, It’s the heaviness of her breathing that gives… Read More »All Hallows Eve
New York City
By Yocheved Friedman I imagine nights in the desert are yellow, inscribed and inflected by the yellow sun that trolls on the yellow sand.… Read More »New York City
If Growing Up Falls Out of the Fishing Net on the Moon
By Yocheved Friedman When we had adjacent rooms, separated by hallway light, my brother and I played Go Fish after bed. There were midnight puppet… Read More »If Growing Up Falls Out of the Fishing Net on the Moon
A String of Knots
By Yocheved Friedman Superball Sunday People still have their Christmas lights out I miss my grandfather So American. The end of football is the… Read More »A String of Knots
Aimi
By Danyelle Hershkopf Aimi Today I have long black hair, with a red flower crown. Takuma put the crown on me this morning, thinking… Read More »Aimi
Therapy Session
By Ali Hussain “So, why do you want to go to Harvard?” the interviewer asked. In all honesty, I had almost forgotten she was there.… Read More »Therapy Session
Grave Robber
By Ali Hussain Mountains piling up. Shovels striking dirt. Invading sturdy earth. Arching into sky. Earth touching sky. Levitating. Landing back home. Sweat forming. Dripping… Read More »Grave Robber
Basorexia
By Margaret Iuni It is an invisible bubble, The cavern of my mouth Slowly beginning To hear its own echo, An unplanted kiss Gradually bursting,… Read More »Basorexia
The Decision
By Urooj Khan The young man lay defenseless by her feet. Sobs wracked his frail body as he gently placed his cheek against the pavement.… Read More »The Decision
Moss Boy
By Jadyn Marshall The Spanish moss was visibly sagging in the heat. Its appearance during its life cycle, in no particular order, was droopy, droopy,… Read More »Moss Boy
Daisies and Roses
By Claire Ng This is bliss This is fantasy This is everything I could’ve asked for. Never forget these moments, For when they’re gone,… Read More »Daisies and Roses
