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I'm quite fond of Buddhism, but I draw the line at Lobsters -- poetry by Charlotte Budman
I used to like watching the lobsters who live at the grocery store. We'd go to pick up a prescription and I'd drag mom to the seafood...
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- May 1
- 2 min
Dear Girl with an Ethnic Name -- poetry by Pranavi Vedula
Not me, but the glass bangle jangling around my wrist. I want to know, do you still feel pain when you are slammed against linoleum...
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- May 1
- 2 min
Parking Lot Wishes -- poetry by Arran Kennedy Orive
I think back to that night a lot. The breeze was cold. It’s always cold. We were happier then, exhausted from running and laughing...
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- May 1
- 1 min
Tick -- poetry by Chloe Min
Your heartbeat reminds Me of a slow ticking clock, Soft yet so distinct. Chloe Min is a sophomore at the Oak Hill School in Gainesville,...
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- May 1
- 1 min
Of Brits & Parathas -- poetry by Samaira Mohunta
shocked that I could even talk in a language other than Hindi, you said, oh, you’re taught English in India now? no, we’re not. we still...
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- Mar 5
- 2 min
still -- poetry by Ben Carpenter
it’s been forever i know since i was the tiniest of presences in your life now i’m certainly less than a memory a shadow of a bed you...
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- Mar 5
- 1 min
Paper Towns -- poetry by George Sun
My grandfather keeps his roll of 宣纸 for calligraphy hidden in drawers of dust— history books, frayed silk, his parents’ photos, all...
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- Mar 5
- 1 min
Triad -- poetry by Olivia Burgess
i. To stretch a heart, one must buy a textbook. There is skin pulled taut and fresh stomachs folded with printer cartridge filling, the...
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- Mar 5
- 2 min
Small Lives -- poetry by Olivia Burgess
after Maggie Smith’s ‘Good Bones’ Tomorrow isn’t certain, but today I can be in your kitchen frying halloumi in honey and thyme, but...
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- Mar 5
- 1 min
heaven is an elementary school book fair -- poetry by Ella Bachrach
heaven is an elementary school book fair selling thin plastic bookmarks we all slip in pockets inhaling the rubbery smell of erasers...
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- Mar 5
- 1 min
Humanity’s Impermanence -- poetry by Anshi Purohit
Volcanic succession is not primary Supernovas are not celestial The world is not revolving, everything is collapsing What are we but...
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- Mar 5
- 2 min
“Lost in Suburbia” -- poetry by Van Damiani
Hot sun does not deter the boy shooting a basketball in the driveway Past the hoop, green leaves are still on a cloudless day A block to...
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- Feb 7
- 3 min
Tales from my Korean Family -- 3 poems by Sarah Parmet
1985-Gravediggers His hand gripping hers tightly, Ankles wet from midnight dew. White moon casting a ghastly light. Money had run dry....
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- Feb 7
- 2 min
Oblivious -- poetry by Venya Sharda
he is blind when you plan your day with little numbered boxes and bullet points, when you braid your sister’s hair and tie it with a...
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- Feb 7
- 1 min
kindergarten -- poetry by J.M.
gingham dresses patched with ladybugs and hair tied with bows pulled out by snacktime i learn to rollerblade as my father jokes about...
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- Feb 7
- 1 min
Manual to Running Outside -- poetry by Tiffany Aurelia
Safety, the cold ambiguity of it. I grow thorns out of my eyes and hope they are sharp enough to defend. In some other street, a girl...
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- Feb 7
- 1 min
First Day -- poetry by Emerson Keen
The first day is always cold. There is cider on the stove and in your hands. The clouds pressing hands against windows, the trees are a...
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- Dec 31, 2022
- 1 min
Do you know the feeling one gets... -- poetry by Ophelia Flowers
Do you know the feeling one gets when they look at a picture of a baby and they don’t remember that time for themselves, but they know...
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- Dec 31, 2022
- 1 min
Déjà Vu -- poetry by Sieun Park
This night unlike the rest, I sit on the stool in the living room, watching the second hand drag across the clock. The back wall holds...
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- Nov 27, 2022
- 1 min
Inauguration -- poetry by Tara Tulshyan
In Manila, bodies pile where mothers bruised their babies to sleep, bodies’ limbs carving open the sidewalks, small paths that are now...
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