Poetry, Volume VIII
Ripples
Light and Dark, Grace Long now der’s clothes to wash and suppa to fix the missus want it all done quick she hate my black ass cus when i walk in…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIasexual dysphoria waltz
Disrupted Cannon, Colleen Simmons i wanted to be a slow dancer. then i wanted not to move my body at all. not even a ghost in upbeat funeral dirge should…
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Poetry, Volume VIIIThese Sheets and Hollows Are the Truest Things I Know
Comfortable, Jihyea Jang rotten peaches, over ripe plums, …
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIDiscovering the Erotic Creature After Sheila Kelley’s TED Talk
Defense Mechanism 3, Elizabeth Ellenwood Watch her barefoot in cotton— not high heels and silk— enough skin to grip the surface, but not enough to make you think this is for…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIIt Was the Summer
Say a Prayer, Mikaela Rae Atiogue After Neil Hilborn I ate nothing but apple slices & eggs, hard-boiled, lightly salted. It was the summer of forgetting. The summer of scrubbing my…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIYour Name is a Splinter
We Sleep the Same, Kate Drakulic Your name is a splinter, an ice-breaker a loop of pearly fog. Your nineteen are kill notches scratched with an accurate slope on a…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIListerine Bones
Study of Myself, Bella Pozo Every time you kissed me you left bacteria in between the crevices of my teeth But it’s funny how whenever I got sick we both seemed…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIPenthouse Serenade
Girl, Azure Arnot When the note is so high that it shatters thick glass And the smile so hard that it hurts And the tower so tall that it topples…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIgrowing pains
Nature Administers a Rorschach Test, Margaret May i watch lovers on the street kiss with more tongue than fang and call them pathetic for their forked bittersweet longings before peeling…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIAdam’s Gun
For Sale, Jess Mezzi is a womanizer / which is to say its victims are born / between itching crosshairs. this feminine inheritance: / to be prey from birth. /…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIA.R.
Flickering Strings of Love, Paul Knight Constellations mapped across her face Space matter and nebulas rest under two blue moons Stars mark a trail over a happy nose A spray…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIunsent letter to my upstairs neighbor who’s taking a shower at 3:42 a.m. on a thursday
Rise, Meg Jenson Because, even if we meet, I’ll have no idea how to bring this up in conversation. And you’ve started doing it with some regularity. Sometimes once, sometimes even…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIPerennials
Seven Sundays, Azure Arnot autumn The night I was born, my mother clawed up the tiles in the kitchen floor and buried her deciduous heart beneath the mortar. Concrete-stained fingertips…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIILittle Havana, Miami
The Grass is Never Greener, Vinnie Hagar To the children of Operation Pedro Pan They did not sail above sandy shores dripping salt. Their banners and flags grappled onto their…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIISeed-Pod-Head
The Battle of Antietam in Technicolor, Alexandra Moleski I shaved the back of my head on a whim at 2 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. There was a gap between classes.…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIThe Bones of St. Valentine
Untitled, Jessica Ram I walked through a church with an unholy mouth gazed upon this love ghost, this dead thing with sacrilegious eyes (they were looking for God, they were…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIclenched fist and honeycomb
World’s Finest, Chloe Hiu See Tsang my girl sits in the garden like eve on her knees and i bite her shoulders in the milk white dusk leaving half cleaved…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIA Boy
Illuminated, Ava Fojtik Popped off my knees like bottle caps & became a boy Daddy crushed Diet Coke cans & I became a boy hands goldfished in the creek—colorful…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIISomewhere My Father
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta the first time i heard cicadas, singing to one another in the dark canopy of trees i thought it was my father snoring, the…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIGirl on Girl on Fire
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman On fire I’m unfuckable, I’m war bridegroom, the knife piloting the wound. I’m the eye bleeding sight. The screen scabbing over me, the camera angled for…
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Poetry, VOLUME VII
In the Index of My Days
Rise, Meg Jenson I. lichen, cold mornings, earth, my mother, sleepy afternoons, songbirds in canopy II. i have been driving for miles & miles, always this back & forth between us,…
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Poetry, VOLUME VIIA Body in Rice
I Believe in Laundry, Julia Tasho I don’t believe in God, But mother tells me to pray We don’t go to chùa or burn red marks on our backs. But we…