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- By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - 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 Cecelia TauntonSomething will change every day.
I moved six times. I felt like I was traveling.
But something will … - 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 T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - 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 Gavriella GilbertSo, she breathes. Do you believe in God
like the rest of them? Birch-light
rains down the wall, moving… - By Oladejo Abdullah FeranmiThanks to the clouds on fire, the burning sunset,
and every diminishing as beautiful as time.
Thanks… - 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 LiyanageA pound of
Bruised mangoes
Cleaved into halves, chilied and salted like the heads of
Dead fish, which… - By Janiru LiyanageOur neighbor’s orange tree is in full bloom fat and overgrown and spilling
sun-bright fists over our… - By Maeve Marien-McManusto me I bend their gaze &
I break it.
For the women on the shore I break it.
For once my young body stronger… - 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…
- By Serena AlagappanThis morning, the wind whipped the trees
so hard one sycamore head snapped,
its leaves strewn on my…