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growing fruit.
on days playing from dawn to dusk, on long sidewalks observing the sun descend and our shadows elongate. banana slugs radiantly a lit...

ODE TO THE BLACK SEA
I stand on a beach in Bulgaria facing east My line of sight travels a hawk’s path ending up in Georgia roosting in the mountains of...

groan daughter, baby bird
slice feels like one of those words whose sound matches its description I see this for the first time when I slice the soft flesh on...

SQUID Literary & Arts Launch Party
Details and photos from our launch party at Cafe Rond-Point in February 2025

The Journey Travelled and The Road Ahead
Our individual uniqueness is what separates us from all others Our shared humanity is what unites us with all others Our lives are...

ash street
when we were small, the house next door set ablaze and choked the evening air—we sat on the street and watched the flames lick along...

So, This Happened This Morning
I bought a bagel and a banana at the train station on my way to work. As I walked on the platform the banana fell out of my pocket....

The Body Bored of Sleep
there are only so many ways you can lay positions to sprawl places for legs to go back, side side, front the body knows them well and it...

Kit Kats and Iced Caps
Now Time is precious and limited. After a full day of college courses and working part-time at the town sandwich shop, Reyna was finally...

Book Analysis: Wound from the Mouth of a Wound: Medusa’s Curse as a Trans Allegory
An Analysis of the Book by Torrin A. Greathouse, by Concordia Uniervsity student Sophie Dufresne

False Alarms
Part 1 I draw a full swirl of intestines tucked in bed on my shower door...

The Stolen Motorcycle of My Subconscious
The night my son was born I had a dream
and in that dream I stole a motorcycle, it
was black and the chassis was made of
painted bones.

Love in the Time of Chat GPT
I could be funny and clever Blue in the face, producing love letters Scratch out words, tear out pages

The Artist
He wore a perfectly practiced nonchalance. Democratic — self-proclaimed. I took his brooding as thoughtfulness, his theatrics as...

Quitting your job and Going on a road trip from Orlando to Reno
This poem is from a collection of poems that explores the themes of the ever-changing cinematographic landscape from across North America.

Adiós - Part III: Closure enough
Tania began heading back the old familiar road, but then she glanced back at the church as her final glimpse of hope. Maybe someone there...

A Chemical Imbalance
“Do you think it was just, like, a chemical imbalance?” I laughed without thinking. A quiet, panicked laugh. I hoped she couldn’t...

Girlhood: A Fragment
The sky cracks white water egg orange yolk dress dancing barefoot falling into grassy gutters and giggling, before being called in to...

Adiós - Part II: Pleading Without Palanca
How could I forget the exact date Tía Lola died? You spend all your life remembering birthdays, and something as permanent and defining...

Lake & Hearth
The cyan leaps & laps: a poem in slant rhymes that I lip-read from your...
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