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- By T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - By Kaylee ChengDo not tell her that Grandma is watching her from
above. She is not religious. (And nervous about the… - By Margarita EngleTaíno in our blood
and on our tongues
stirs, yawns, rises,
no longer lost.
We ignore old historians
who tell… - By Caroline Laganas1 berry-stained month of summer
1 grandmother
2 cups flour
½ cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
½… - By Fatimah Asghartheir names have been lost
only the winds & only the mountains
keep them. we’ve forgotten the names
of … - By Fatimah AsgharMy teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.
The small, silvered… - By Nicole TallmanTo all the boys
who asked me
to dance and to
all the boys to whom
I said yes and to
all the steps we took… - By Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—… - By Allison SwensonI remember first hearing rumors
of the atom. We are all made up
of crumbs, Q told me
when we were kids.… - By T.S. LeonardDon’t. The past is overcrowded with the future
closer than you think. You blink, that’s one
eon; a yawn… - By Vanessa Deeringin the building two women’s restroom & in the strangest places
i want to tell you the most mundane things… - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Rasaq Malik Gbolahanuntil the clock of my grandmother’s body
stopped working & her remains
were lowered into the earth on… - By Jay Jerbii know it like i know my name.
i know it like i know that i cried when reading Mary Oliver for the first… - By Shubhi SahniDownload the descriptive transcript
You’ll wake up in the middle of the night with
shooting pain
Your … - By Janiru LiyanageOur neighbor’s orange tree is in full bloom fat and overgrown and spilling
sun-bright fists over our… - By Khari Dawsonmom tells me I smell like
her Mom—
something flowery and
the blackened endings
of a joint.
I feared her … - By Shira HausI prayed for my friend to live and he didn’t. I held his puffy hand, his heart jumping green on the…