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The Things We Think But Never Say to a Stranger
To the brown curly-haired librarian, with the “she/they” pronoun pin Who works so diligently at my university’s library Did you notice...
Taro Williams


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...
A. Daniyal


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...
Ellie Mota


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...
Jim Upton


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...
Ari Zimmerman


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....
James Hawes


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...
SIMON WILLIAM LYNCH WELLWOOD


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


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.
James Hawes


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
Clara Frey


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


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.
Taro Williams


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...
Meghan Sutherland


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


Seven Hours
One hour. I hand in the few lines of my dissertation that my hunger traced over, then embroil myself in the open air reddening with the...
Kat Mulligan
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