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...

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

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...

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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...

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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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By Chloë Gottlieb

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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...

By Elia Zhang.

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Robo-poetry reveals the shortcomings of AI—and our need for human M4M submissions.

I always had a weakness for the Beauty.

By Skylar Wu

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...