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...
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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...
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...
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