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ruptured abecedarian of a teenage girl -- poetry by Gemma Hayes
at nine years old i noticed that gunshots sound more like fireworks than super soakers azure, sage, aquamarine. they say those are the...

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Incense -- poetry by Hannah Yang
Kētóu , my parents mutter, words echoing in the silent temple. My knees fold onto a blood-red cushion & I look up at the golden statue—...

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reflection of a dead deer -- poetry by Antaya Malnati
the target carved into my forehead burns, pulses like a stab wound although it’s no deeper than the first layer of flesh. faintly...

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a love letter to my mom -- poetry by Rebecca Yang
& a written confession that i can’t say to your face because we both know you wouldn’t understand. instead, since my words are pleated ...

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The Boy with the Mohawk -- poetry by Sophia Wong
This poem is a contrapuntal. The two columns can be read separately as well as together from left to right. It begins with the boy...

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Apr 51 min read
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poem written by a ghost -- poetry by Sophia Wong
i am a ghost. at school, i take my tests, raise my hand, hope my crush will look at me. i sit on lunch tables, watch humans be sad....

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Apr 51 min read
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Yellow -- poetry by Estelle Wong
—an often neglected color: Too bright, too happy Too loud, too unsanitary (Disease, disdain, discontent) The stain we Chinese bear From...

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Apr 51 min read
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Chasing Red -- poetry by Sirjana Kaur
“Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - "The Summer...

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Apr 52 min read
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avant garde / while i wash hair dye under running water -- poetry by Rhea Brennan
bleach on my scalp section hair by clips / plastic bowl / the spine of a brush / a plastic glove hugged tight against skin / my mother...

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Apr 53 min read
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the back of the wind -- poetry by Jennifer Choi
1. before summer arrived, i was told to turn on the air conditioner. the repairman on the screen was old & simple,...

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Feb 92 min read
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I used to carry nail glue and now I carry band-aids -- poetry by Kendall Towbin
I bite the acrylics on my nails until I hate myself because it hurts and my mom will yell at me for wasting her money and my time I...

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Feb 91 min read
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Friction -- poetry by Hayden Vincent
They taught me young, how to balance womanhood on my narrow shoulders, like a glass vase filled to the brim, fragile, yet expected to...

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Feb 92 min read
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open-mouthed, in search of what was -- poetry by Avery Nean
I still try to find you in every ocean I go to. I lay my body beneath the rip currents, Under the waves and the sand. All I find is a...

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Dec 27, 20241 min read
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If I’m Courageous enough -- poetry by Bronson Brockschmidt
If I’m courageous enough I’ll jump off a 43 foot cliff holding hands with raindrops as they dive from the clouds. They’ll leave leopard...

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Dec 27, 20242 min read
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Erasure Poem using Rainer Maria Rilke’s “For the Sake of a Single Poem” -- poetry by Celine Ellis
amount to so little too early in your life. gather sense and sweetness. at the very end, you might see many cities, many people and...

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Dec 27, 20241 min read
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Mysteries or Mirrors -- poetry by Adelaide Bae
an erasure of 1 Corinthians 13 Men or angles, tongues of Love: mysteries. I am nothing. I gain nothing. Love is no truth. Love failed...

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Dec 27, 20241 min read
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Unfinished Exit -- poetry by Claudia Wysocky
I keep thinking about the time in high school when you drew me a map of the city, I still have it somewhere. It was so easy to get...

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Dec 27, 20242 min read
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Ode to Aphrodite -- poetry by Myaan Sonenshein
Aphrodite, will you make me beautiful? tried abcdalready tried; gave me raw oyst oysters algae blue when I was a baby so I could throw...

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Dec 27, 20242 min read
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no thanks (a seasonal poem) -- poetry by mk zariel
there's no coming-out story like announcing your gayness in a room full of other people's plastic plants, manufactured autumn leaves,...

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Dec 27, 20241 min read
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vestige-- poerty by mk zariel
i cannot find wisconsin on google or in my soul nor do i want to. milwaukee fades like greyed-out photographs moves like water,...

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Dec 27, 20241 min read
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