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Mother -- poetry by Katie Gardiner
Hark the herald angel sings I don't know what Gabriel stands for but St. Anthony helps you find lost things walking down the church aisle...

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Nov 27, 20222 min read


On Loving -- poetry by Karen Zhao
Never have I dreamed you caught between the corners and long sweeps of stanzas, but again I thwart myself. My heart and liver leavening...

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Nov 27, 20221 min read


The Man Who Walked Out The Door -- poetry by Amy Lee
Minutes past noon, I see mother is still in bed. Now she shakes her head, shakes me away and will not rise. It is only the scraping of...

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Nov 27, 20222 min read


After the Storm -- poetry by Amy Lee
after the rain stopped pounding, we stood in the veranda watching vendors walk down the hill pushing wheelbarrows, balancing baskets on...

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Nov 27, 20221 min read


Intermission -- poetry Ellie Goldberg
F,E with a squeal of scales Practice, practice, practice Frustrated mind Silence Heavy tick of metronome Lulls: Spotlight’s fog embraces...

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Nov 27, 20221 min read


middles -- poetry by Elena Ferrari
is it alright to start at the beginning? kneeling, strands of seaweed slipping through my teeth, locked in an orange slice grin. imagine:...

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Oct 23, 20222 min read


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, 20221 min read


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, 20221 min read


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, 20221 min read


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, 20221 min read


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, 20221 min read


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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Oct 23, 20222 min read


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, 20222 min read


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, 20222 min read


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, 20222 min read


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, 20221 min read


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, 20221 min read


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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Sep 16, 20222 min read


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, 20221 min read


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, 20221 min read
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