Poetry

lent by cainine

you asked for a poem.

how
to put you into words?

Consolatory by Hayley Ng

certain milestones
are never meant to be reached,
but

Understand? by ada heller

Before I was old enough to understand,
before my family started going to church
when I was ten,
my mother taught me to pray
to the passing ambulance’s
cry siren of our
little tucked-away city street

The countdown by eric lemos

Five words come straight to my head: “How can I stop this?”

Slipstream (sleep study) by Alex DePinho

in the still river/bed of my own body i am most alive
submerged: drowning, or breathing, maybe
both at once.

old lives by ava min

because sometimes oranges and sometimes clementines
because I’m falling for a man that my friends don’t like

skin by Ada heller

Somewhere
although I’m not sure where
my hair ended
and the wind began

a new pharology by Alex Depinho

tonight i dream of her
throat as the tower:
crumbling.

In Celebration of Green, let tomorrow be everything by hayley ng

a smiling little girl in overalls covered in chalk, kneeling
in the center of a brown chalk house,
told me that she didn’t have a favorite color

Prose

Nov 16 (th) To-Do List By Valerie Tauro

• 8:00 PM: Arrive home → dinner by 9, bed by 10

• 8:15 8:20 PM: Shower

• 8:30 8:40 PM: Call parents

Night Owl by Ava Bauer

I woke up with an uneasy feeling that today was a world whose rules I was behind on learning.

In my mama’s jeans with my daddy’s attitude by ava min

when I was fourteen, we entered a panera and I told you I’d found lifelong happiness.

a love letter to dance by sara kumar

sometimes i find myself reading my body right to left in an inverse with all the conventions i was given because you have unraveled the lace from between my rib cages and the grotesqueness of my innards has been revealed as replaced by stardust as i am rewritten and rewired and structured into an angel and it’s all an illusion

Becoming Interstellar by Jane Warren

Orion has always been my favorite constellation. That might be because its concise, triplet belt is easy to find. Whether my attraction to Orion came out of the congruent simplicity of its distinct three-starred belt, I am not sure. I like to think there’s a more meaningful reason it compels me; why else would it always appear first when I look up at the stars?

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