The Blue and White Magazine
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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...
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Madison Hu
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...
Thaleia Dasberg
Selected Poems
By Thaleia Dasberg “simmer” over milkwashed fields plucking feathers off corn stalks bleeding I watch you steam you smoked thing boots...
Stephen Dames
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...
Zibia Bardin
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...
Aliza Abusch-Magder
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...
The Blue and White Magazine
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...
Eris Sker
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...
Eliza Rudalevige
chapel song
By Eliza Rudalevige A small farewell from one of your literary editors. My father and I, we sing loudly in church; it's one of the few...
Zibia Bardin
From the 9:05 Northeast Regional
By Zibia Bardin Characteristic of me, I get carsick on the plane, have to put the seat back and stare into the blank eyes of the baby...
Aliza Abusch-Magder
Two Poems
By Aliza Abusch-Magder Blue Heron Community Garden Waited by the flowers, stared at blue acid skies until a butterfly landed. Bombarded...
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...
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...
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