Sylvie Epstein
The Magnolia
by Sylvie Epstein The magnolia is raining And my bare arms tremble Why does your nose sting when you’re about to cry? I wrote once, about...
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Chloë Gottlieb
palindrome
by Chloë Gottlieb after Lisel Mueller There’s nothing yet. Thousands of pale blue graduation caps land perfectly on our heads, descending...
Skylar Wu
Two Poems
By Skylar Wu Fonsphobia (Fear of Spring) Spring is the most plump, most miserable mushroom to ever grow out of my eyes. Teal and yellow...
Nicholas Allen
Lily in the Gilchrist
Nicholas Allen ... I was sitting in the Gilchrist in the corner in the back there minding myself when who walks in but Lily in her...
Annelie Hyatt
Mi Sheberach
By Annelie Hyatt In the summer of my childhood we would circle the cul-de-sac: endless road ahead of us, conversation about nothing as we...
Ari King
Moment & A Misinterpretation
By Ari King Moment Your Siamese twin, nine minutes dead Is slunked to the side of the hospital bed. What do you think now? What enters...
Kelsey Kitzke
Looking Up
By Kelsey Kitzke I think of constellations as metrics of human nihilism: Our need to find patterns where there aren’t any, To create...
Kat Chen, Gaby Edwards, and Benjamine Mo
KGB + The Machine
Robo-poetry reveals the shortcomings of AI—and our need for human M4M submissions.
Noa Fay
The Gift of Justice
By Noa Fay. In a land Overmorrow A golden beam shines Beside, A rainbow– With misted, Colored lines. But such a Land Is not ours– We bear...
Annelie Hyatt
Disembodiment
By Annelie Hyatt I touch the wrinkles on your hand. I touch body & blister on your knees. This rumination, this elegy, is a wildflower...
Morgan Levine
YES DEAR INC.
By Morgan Levine On the train thinking of 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17 1 a certain genre: stories by and about passengers of...
Benjamine Mo
Hui
By Benjamine Mo In this sermon, everything is but its ending. And this ends with me as it did with you just weeks ago, when I saw you off...
Sylvie Epstein
from Brookline
By Sylvie Epstein The towns of the Eastern Seaboard like to call my name. and gray plush on the passenger’s seat flashes with the passing...
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