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Diving Into The Wreck, Again (Responding to A. Rich)
By Elika Khosravani I will begin by saying that Every Lady Sings The Blues. It is a terrible hue, a blue of utter pain. Coiled into a...
Elika Khosravani


high mass
By Ryan Crawford Lord, i am not worthy instead i paint my lies like my mother paints her nails cheap dollar-store red & by the TV ...
Ryan Crawford


In My Own Words (And the Words of Everyone Else)
A poem inspired by Louis Armstrong and his work. By Caitlin Whitaker 26 letters threaten to combust within me. Xs and Qs and Ys Charge my...
Caitlin Whitaker


The Last Rite
By Elika Khosravani Illustration by Etta Lund high in this papal chair, blessing zealous crowds, white knuckled with the strained ...
Elika Khosravani


Lean In
By Gracie Moran (Don’t tell anyone), but I’m here with the students on the steps flickering in buttercream light. (I think I love them,...
Gracie Moran


Backtrack
By Gracie Moran No need to search my helices to find my creator, just see me right here in this rotten mood, inhaling like I want to...
Gracie Moran


St. Stephen’s Green, and Everywhere Else
By Gracie Moran I saw chilled extremities stretched over the bridge’s ledge, ducks creeping through the pond in St. Stephen’s Green like...
Gracie Moran
Wandering Stars
By George Murphy No city lights scrape away our stars here. The wind comes and goes in darkness, and owls softly boom, as small creatures...
George Murphy
Flowers
By George Murphy Saturday and we are lost in a sea of cherry-billows, alone together. We lie down, reach our roots deep, and pour...
George Murphy
Selected Poems
By Remi Seamon Meanwhile, Siberia Long weeks full of swallowing and goodbyes, full of lining up next to caskets to receive strange kisses...
Remi Seamon
The Material of the Matriline
By Aliza Yona Abusch-Magder My grandmother, my Oma, has hands I have come to know as a symbol: that feeling of being a ripening fruit on...
Aliza Yona Abusch-Magder


Untitled
By Kate Sibery I had been looking for a hole in the ocean— so I decided to walk over to the East River but when I got there every person...

The Blue and White Magazine
Going Home
By Madison Hu when the light turns red, he will go home in the meantime, three friends walk arm to arm the baby is on his father’s...
Madison Hu


Selected Poems
By Thaleia Dasberg Illustrations by Phoebe Wagoner “simmer” over milkwashed fields plucking feathers off corn stalks bleeding I watch...
Thaleia Dasberg


Selected Poems
By Sofia Whetstone
Sofia Whetstone


24/7, 4.5 stars.
After Anthony J’s Google Reviews By Stephen Dames Jeff always loved me. And I him. When I was a kid I used to go down to the 24/7 on...

Stephen Dames
Thirteen Interludes From Vacation
By Zibia Bardin The following is an excerpt from a longer work. 1. I visit my grandmother. Outside, the earth presses its face into a...
Zibia Bardin


Autobiography of Pink
By Aliza Abusch-Magder Emerald rupture, to ruby, pervades Three rings and pub tab remain, remade That which the light touches, lush Raw...

Aliza Abusch-Magder


Measure for Measure
Anonymous Love Letter I for [redacted] from when we were in love, or the semblance of it I’ve never been to Malibu, imagine high-arched...

The Blue and White Magazine


half-sonnet for fusion
By Eris Sker “the trouble with the city fog,” you say, “is it feels like pre-grieving: trading one pearl tear for another and pressing...

Eris Sker
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