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Poetry

Love

Love

Wadak Harbi

Love is when you’re cold in the morning, but you wake up early to heat up the car...

Dear Alcohol

Dear Alcohol

Connor Marsh

I hate you. I hate the potency of your taste. I mix you up, punch poured disproportionately over...

8

8

Wadak Harbi

There’s hair on my bathroom wall, curled, bent, folded into a crippled unit, a...

The Mirror

The Mirror

Grace McLellan

Do I reflect the truth? Or do I distort and refract in a way. That only makes some who...

I want to lay in the grass and let the ground swallow me whole.

I want to lay in the grass and let the ground swallow me whole.

Autumn Forsing

Let it consume me, knaw on my bones like a rabid dog, let the worms pull apart every...

Spring isn't Coming

Spring isn't Coming

Taitum Rice

It’s been a long winter She whispers softly
She looks as though she hasn’t left that seat in...

Fish

Fish

Grace Stacey

What happens when we die?

Teacher's Prayer

Teacher's Prayer

Jonny Bolduc

please, god. let the hot water in the trailer turn on, suddenly, like a river flooding a bank. let the nirvana hoodie that...

Beauty

Beauty

Wadak Harbi

A razor is stuck in my throat,
cutting the walls of my esophagus, traveling down to my lungs...

10:55 pm

10:55 pm

Wadak Harbi

I want to snatch time by the neck, command it to slow down, to catch its breath...

If You Want to Run With the Big Dogs You Have to Get Off the Porch

If You Want to Run With the Big Dogs You Have to Get Off the Porch

Jonathan McKenney

I want to run with wolves one night. I want to howl at the moon in full yellow. I want to lope across...

Gentle

Gentle

Anonymous

All my life I’ve longed for anything other than screaming hitting...

Always Night

Always Night

Maggie Zall

You are a silly girl. Tired but refusing to sleep. Survival isn't a tactic, or a necessity...

Sleeping In My Father's Bed

Sleeping In My Father's Bed

Mia Dyson

Three other bedrooms and she puts me in Dad’s...

A Child Scorned

A Child Scorned

Connor Marsh

“Eddie discovered one of his childhood’s great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought..."

The Streets of Portland

The Streets of Portland

Sebastian Ponce Jaramillo

Those were her last six dollars, Tx gave to one of the ...

Weatherbeaten

Weatherbeaten

Grace McLellan

Foaming blue waves,
They swallow the shore whole. Crashing on broken...

summit

summit

kq foster

for each star i gaze at from the top of this summit chat i climbed with...

The Black Moss

The Black Moss

Anonymous

I was walking through the forest once when I found a strange twig. It had a patch of...

Introductions

Introductions

Thomas Ward

Every day is the same.
Familiar faces fade away.
These same repeating chains...

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