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goldfish -- poetry by Elena Ferrari
honey-slow afternoon, trickling down my shooting green veins, venetian canals, in death fish float belly-up. the physics of it evades me,...
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- Oct 23, 2022
- 1 min
A Child’s Undoing -- poetry by Ian Jipson
He had a black eye when he opened the door, I'm surprised my mom even let me stay. I comforted him as he cried sorry tears and wished my...
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- Oct 23, 2022
- 1 min
Charred Letter for Fujian -- poetry by William Du
ink strokes on cotton. I was embarrassed by your feral howls but also intrigued— you were the one who looked like me. the color of a...
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- Oct 23, 2022
- 1 min
Something Like That -- poetry by William Du
The summer we moved to the city, I was ten. I remember the sound of my mother's laughter ringing through the empty house, the way she...
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- Oct 23, 2022
- 1 min
Bluebird -- poetry by Inseo Yang
last night, my mom whispered her run to my half-awakened ears. her tears, my inborn holy water, soothed me and her whimpers rushed me...
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- Oct 23, 2022
- 2 min
Broken Back Glass -- poetry by Lucas McLaiughlin
I won’t stop saying milk ‘wrong’, or writing with a real pencil. But we can walk around the track, I’ll listen to you talk about how much...
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- Sep 16, 2022
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The Poem With No Title -- poetry by Molly Southgate
She woke up in midsummer as if from a long sleep Arms aching, lungs filled with dust Hurtled into the world with stinging eyes And...
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- Sep 16, 2022
- 2 min
Lifecycle Of The Father’s Hand -- poetry by Erik Herrera
Stage One, Eudaimonia, Age Seven: the reticent Father’s hand squeezes tight onto his Son’s – a sun-stained elegy on the isle of palms...
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- Sep 16, 2022
- 2 min
mother's_question.py ~ poetry by Amber Pineda
my_ultimatum = input("Have you become enough today?") value = 0 if my_ultimatum == “no”: prove_my_doubts = input("Why?”) if...
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- Sep 16, 2022
- 1 min
Hen -- poetry by Savannah Jackson
One August morning, I carried the bowl of grain out, lifted the lid, & a plume of flies twisted into the air. Heaped in the corner was a...
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- Sep 16, 2022
- 1 min
The Stray -- poetry by Savannah Jackson
The dog came in September. Yellowish, he limped to where I stood at the end of the driveway. His underside was stained dark like wine...
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- Sep 16, 2022
- 2 min
Woodwork -- poetry by Katherine Dyal
I know you don’t care what my body looks like, But I give myself new scars every week to see if you’ll notice. I know you don’t care that...
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- Jun 18, 2022
- 1 min
Taking Flight -- poetry by Jay Aggarwal
Let’s pretend we’re sleeping on the ship’s deck chairs. We whisper, and imagine the evening growing colder. Above those tangerine cliffs...
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- Jun 18, 2022
- 1 min
Winter Days -- poetry by Lily Nelson
A day will come when I open all the windows in this house, and let the sounds – the chirping of birds, the sighs of wind, the rustle of...
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- Jun 18, 2022
- 2 min
Paper boats -- poetry by Sofia de Castro Daniel
When I was younger, I used to make paper boats. I'd put them in the streets when it rained, I'd run on the sidewalks, following them. My...
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- Jun 18, 2022
- 1 min
It Comes -- poetry by Julia Ongking
After Toni Morrison’s “It Comes Unadorned” It comes Unexplained, unspooled red thread tied around your head; a broken promise. It comes...
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- Jun 18, 2022
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I Read a Book The Other Day -- poetry by Cameron Calonzo
I read a book the other day. The protagonist kills himself, and it is beautiful. Everybody weeps. And I mean everybody. Absolute buckets....
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- Jun 18, 2022
- 2 min
In the City of Gentle People -- poetry by Josefin Eraula
i stand wide-stanced in a holy sanctuary, a martyr saint beckons me to stay and listen to the unspoken-turned-mumbled prayers from...
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- Apr 30, 2022
- 1 min
Flat Poem for a Formless Feeling -- poetry by Josephine Howe
There is a certain morbid satisfaction in the realization of something terrible. The longer my sadness sat, the more i found it twisting,...
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- Apr 30, 2022
- 2 min
woman smoking a cigarette -- poetry by Vivian Dong
she’s sitting in front of the gas station, smoking a cigarette. she’s straight out of a film reel, a print in a magazine. a high to ride,...
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