POETRY

Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.

Audre Lorde

how do i tell you i love you with my clothes on? by naomi foster

how can i make you see that i’ll do whatever it takes,

even if it’s not my idea?

the right by eric lemos

Something I seek for 

What everyone wants 

making a lover by ava min

in between spaces of meeting again

the uterus withers and the mother softens

dawn over hudson - when diana dies by ava min

tell me, she said

the story of my body

Tinder slut by ava min

I put my man pants on,

set off for the big shitty city

where every star is a whore

postcard by Ada Heller

I dreamt I left the window open and my old selves poured in 

I speak in burghandys found in the first layer of skin

Thirsty by Salona Bhandari

there is some part of me that is always dying of thirst.

my friends don’t have this feeling,

Poached egg by vee venning

Spilling

Spilled and

Spilt

I hate showers by Vee venning

The shampoo and conditioner bottles sit,

mostly untouched

on the flat, matte, boring tile that I don’t very much like.

Remembering (2022) by Ava Min

diana, do you remember

the pool floaties we blew up in bre’s garage

woman come home by Ava Min

if your plan a doesn’t work

and neither does plan b

don’t feel badly about it

they’re made to be buried

an explanation by Sara Kumar

there’s a theory out there that the simplest explanation is usually the right one.

it‘s called occam’s razor and

i think it’s what you used to shave away my layers one by one,

Victoria’s Secret by Ada Heller

I watch two boys

take a picture

with the giant Victoria’s Secret Ad

half-formed by Ada Heller

You smell a little of lavender and

that time in Marseille when your dreams and I

walked through cobblestoned, Christmas-lit streets. And

Agonizing anxiety by Cailey Koch

all-too-familiar pit in my stomach,

sinking deeper with each passing second

it rained today by Kamau Nosakhere

It rained today

I felt gray today

Secret Chord by Brianna Vaca

If there ever was a secret chord I’d play it

Alone

Anxiety by Heaven Holford

it feels like anxiety is in the air i breathe:

oppressive, like humidity or spring pollen or smog.

Little Miss by Michelina Smith

little miss too much.

little miss never enough.

“I’ve never smoked a newport” by Grace Guerra

I am currently staring at my last Newport cigarette

I admire its old mediocre packaging

you having none of the fame of someone half your age by Kathryn Fitzpatrick

you having none of the fame of someone half your age

your grandma’s winning smile mixed with your mother’s rage

About **** by Kathryn Fitzpatrick

falling back into a hard time

not exactly feeling quite right

My Mother by emma burden

I am afraid of my voice,

Afraid of the way that it may ring,

Hanging Upside Down in Soddy Daisy, Tennessee by Emma Burden

I can walk across the balance beam,

My feet grip its bleached wood, my toes arise with splinters in their flesh,

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT BUT THIS IS LOVE by Naomi foster

here i go again

answering the late-night call

three boys by Booch o’connell

I played a game with three boys

One blonde with glasses who loves to sing

i’m sorry that i didn’t try harder when we were ice skating by emma burden

I have always dreamed in short sonatas,

tempo at prestissimo,

first things first by alyssa witvoet

To invite a dinner guest, I must first

cook dinner.

the way of the world by jessica sreekrisenjee

What will my daughter think

When I tell her she cannot travel alone

daniel by grace yanucci

A connection which feigns that

of ball and twine.

untitled by alyssa witvoet

My mother tells me how, when I was little,

she would measure

maphem by emma burden

It’s a lost copy of a publication, 

Drifting through the hands of those in apartment 4K,

nameless by Booch o’connell

I’m the nameless woman

whose eyes you gaze into.

taste test by alyssa witvoet

I name you Magpie;

you call that projection.

banana bread by maia nuñez

You Will Need: 

● Two very overripe Bananas 

● Canola Oil, or Any Other Oil with a neutral demeanor 

SEROSANGUINEOUS DRAINAGE by erin healey

She’s chewing one of those herbs you need to chew to heal

The glorious spit on the singing wound

the truth behind meteorology by olivia leduc

when i look at you,

you are every weather.

slipping by maia nuñez

I couldn’t help but pity the saleslady,

The way you kept pestering her with questions.

modern love sonnets by sophia swettenham

A bustling bar with bunnies on the wall—

At once I feel so young and so mature,

late summer, morning by eva gelman

it’s morning and i am awake

while the sun rises and my roommate leaves for work

temper by jackson lewis

A delicate glance broke the silence of years 

Taunted scars raged against captivity

the advice i got from a fortune teller on the night i knew something was wrong by eva gelman

when we called, 

you told me you spent the weekend 

poem 1 by omi mehta

It is in the darkness of our minds,

The untravelled abyss of our souls,

once again by luis castellanos

And many months later I am here again,

Writing about someone I barely know,

canvas of virtue by grace thomas

If a shift of flesh is heard in the underbelly of the church

there might be a rapture

childworld by leah toledano

There was a child who touched themselves in places the pastors and the preaches and the principles forbade them to.

daily prayer by lilliana resnik

And i will tear open the world

Like a premature bud

heat rises by julianne holmquist

Smokey haze diffused through

The once golden air,

cement by brianna vaca

The wounded streets seeped into my virgin feet

Osmosis from my toes up

the duplicity of tomorrow by mary alter

Tomorrow’s never certain

That’s what they always say.

a love letter to the city. (and myself) by juju jaworski

I have been searching 

Searching my whole life for that feeling

uprooted by eva gelman

and so the lake became the river

and the catholic church became the catholic college

letter to an untraceable love by isabella gonzalez

It hurts to know I only like you, love. 

There, there’s no potential measure of love unless

i in new york (quarantine blues) by eva gelman

i. in new york,

lost in the global

forty-five by jessica lovett

people running around

like bucketless leaks,

cute by jessica lovett

you’re sitting with the boy you love

and he calls you cute

Saying Names by Bea Mendoza

The first time he said my name, it felt

like the wind the air carries.

HOME BY ERIN KIERNAN

But if you were there, regardless of where,

I bet I could ignore it.

WILT BY SARA ABDELBARRY

My walls are seemingly fond of your shadow;

The lord is my shepherd by erin kiernan

I sit on this stump, yes I sit and I pray,

And I wonder how God will address me today

those who do wrong by Peyton Skoczylas

Those who do wrong

know not the difference between morals and selfishness

interphase by ryan boloix

A black lake

The Ultimate weight

Orange/Nostalgia/Miami by shan rao

It comes in the sound of violins

shrieking at first then quieter

years spent escaping in the universe by kiersten wood

along an arch of broken stars

she holds her breath

cityscape by kiersten wood

under the yawning moonlight,

sidewalk’s cement burns

insomniac by kiersten wood

As a child

darkness blanketed me like a humidity thickening

saint lawrence river by Sophia swettenham

the stars, beyond the space that can be classified,

avoid the burden of names

november poem by isabel daniel

something in me is unfulfilled.

Prescott by Sophia Swettenham

America’s archangels

neon blinking

I Hid A Flower In A Roman Forum by Maia Nunez

I hid a flower in a Roman forum

And left it there for someone else to find.