Lady on the Platform, Adam Foster I can’t watch  without a bile of blood and bones inch up a throat choking on the knee of circumstance. The black of my closed eyelids is already a theater; the pit orchestrates the offences …

Midnight Blossoms, Sydney Walker The emptiness you left is there every day, The pillow sheets are often drenched, My eyes stay shut to keep from the truth, My ears still wait to hear you say those two words, My nose clings…

A Very Long Party in Green, Li Anne Liew I miss  having your head at the  foot of my bed  Sleeping off the pain of loss  my  living room fan  hasn’t spun in a span  Almost as long as your hair…

Phoenicopteridae Urbana, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack lately, i’ve been meeting my supposed-to-be-stranger on city streets, looking for him on the edges of days and finding him in familiar hallways. but when i see him, i feel my heart stumble and struggle…

Heat Wave, Rachel Ikins can • cer not an elephant — sickness is the swarm of bees in the room / you want to talk about it but they’re stinging you over and over again so you just try to run…

Dorothy, Ciera Land IThe numbness started after her silhouette faded awaywent from trading sly smilesand dancing as fairiesin secret gardensand on dimly lit sidewalksto the longest ache I’ve ever feltI keep the old her in creased handwritten lettersin tubes of rose…

My Happy Place, Makeda Wells We lived on a patch of infertile land,                           a place where they tried to convince us berries grew in the summer. Nothing ever bloomed…