Marisa Barnard
6502 , Quinn Keck When I was seven years old, I looked out upon a graveyard and read each name written in marble letters. To my horror, I realized I did not know a single one of them. A name…
Claire Doll
Baptism, Mia Silvan-Grau I watch my tears trickle into the river. They fit right in, running with the current, salting the summer air, adding to the flow of water coursing forward. There’s something beautiful about that, and if I weren’t…
Summer Hagan
Drum Heads, Kalen Keir after My Octopus Teacher sensesdilate opento a dense depthunknown. assuming a glimmerof indigo, I dance weightless, no bones.a light-patterned seafloor: my personalshow. the semelparous loss who lent me life, youwouldn’t know, as I straddle my assailant to a…
Juan Ortega
Old Man Feeding Birds, Daniel Mrotek What makes an American?Is it the men and women who spend daysworking under the sun, with nothing but a water bottle,whose fingers are blistered and hard with a pain in their back? Their arms growing tired,…
Juan Ortega
Morning Prayer, Jenny Brum Que dios te perdone y cambie tu menteFor something I am, that I did not chooseAdan y Eva, hombre y mujer es lo que es simplementeI won’t move, please just change your views. Tu eres hombre y…
Angela Vodola
Afternoon Tea, Ericka Veliz Sun and moon switch places.I’ve aged, and so have you.Years went by like minutes,as they always seem to do. The open window leaks poison.The foul wind won’t retreat.Air turns bitter with western ash.I breathe it insignificantly.…
Hobson Wadsworth
Ripped, Breanne Sparta Red snow. School was out for red snow. We were just asleep last night, and out of nowhere, like a late Christmas present, the red snow was everywhere. Me and Dad looked outside at the few people…
Gwydion Miller
Geraldine, Tara Piscatelli I’m thinking about those girls again— the ones who painted watch faces to glow in the dark tapering radium-tipped paintbrushes with their lips. Some of them, the creative ones, …
Chelsea Anderson
Untitled, Jenny Nguyen The freezing plastic shovel bends at the handle as it penetrates bright red snow. It screeches loudly as it scrapes pale pink matter off the road. He flings it into the woods he covers it in fresh…
Ethan Luk
Volatile, Anna Koeferl The house is on fire,And I’m not leaving yet. I’m not going to save the cat lying next to the split star fruit.Or the two origami cranes on the banister. I’m not going to save you, either.…
Alexis Noe Ocegueda
Afterparty 2, Mandi Vivacqua No, not the one drowned in rainbows of paint and ink at every footstep No, not the one that has their jaw hanging on for dear life at their knees Yes, you, the one bashing their…
Chelsea Panameño
Throwback, Abigail Jackson The heatwave was announced the day before the solstice, the day after my brother and I arrived at our mother’s summer home. We did what we thought we should do, based on a few vague Internet searches and…
Claire Doll
Winter, Jonathan Agee The parking lot of my old high school looked the same, even in the dark of winter. It was haunting to see the building lit up only by streetlights, to watch the December winds toss forgotten autumn…
Chelsea Panameño
Into the Ether, Nicky Meaux The bark appeared on the first day of spring, when the winds were starting to pick up, but the worst of the rain had not yet begun. It started as a small thing: a rough,…
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta I can’t find the words that won’t escape my lips to reach paper. Setting up equipment feels unreal, even creating content doesn’t feel natural enough with all the chaos in the world. A…
ano nakikita Mo?, harana On Monday the carrots mom packed me were soggy and grey where their shoes should’ve been. I threw them to seagulls and Ms. Villin kept me after class, telling me I was ungrateful. I looked for…
Untitled, Julia Sub for Lola Tita and another to water the three potted plantson the shoe rack, stalk of baby bamboopricked by cactus and shaded by heartleaf,all of it garden enough. it is one thing to eat and another to…
Eclipsed, Scott Gathright Because we drove pastThat crack in the highwayWhere a glimpse, a bone-clenchedFistful of pennies, of locked doors,Pressed hard, thumbed insistentlyInto who I thought I am.Was gone before I could winkAway flares it leftOn my sight, Implications.Violet, vindictive spotsThat will…
Little Architect, Natasha Hirt Solemn willow, sole witness to tea party stragglers left under a leaking sky. Cups of porcelain dribble coffee childishly mimed as sweet nectar and tea laden with nonexistent ripples of honey. Copper spoons morph to peeling…
