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Fallen clouds Giddy Dizzy A shaken up soda People pushing Hoping for confetti Soft voice like a girl Abuse like artillery Deplorable...
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Raymond Hoffman
- 1 day ago
Lucky
I’m stuck Born pigeon toed With a stutter OCD—hands bleed Life a tripwire I’m a glasshouse to be peeked in Depressed at 16 Given a SSRI...
Cassidy Fesmire
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Wait for Me
In the waiting is where I find myself hurting the pain of arthritis attacking my joints at an age way too young for brittle bones...
Charlie Ross
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The Natural Complexities of Womanhood
Made it Just Fine The patio door is unlocked deep in the suburbs and my night door stays locked for a rare, shameful time. I drop myself...
Piper Williams
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Piper Williams
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Miranda Clarity
- Apr 8
WINTER
By Miranda Clarity your flakes fall in a flurry meandering their way down from heaven above to frost the world in your cold embrace...
Jack Westmore
- Apr 8
NOVEMBER
By Jack Westmore — I have eaten the last of the oranges we brought back from Valencia. I did it whilst you slept, tearing piece after...
Ryan Rahman
- Apr 1, 2022
Spacefarer
Ryan Rahman On this interstellar journey Through the infinite cosmos Regret comes speeding past. Out here in the vast emptiness,...
Kate MacDonald
- Jan 31, 2022
My Way
ULTIMATUM When I said I don't want to be alone That it's not enough just speaking on the phone Somehow I felt your face in my hands, I...
M. Zaman
- Jan 31, 2022
Cherub’s Fallowed Morning
(Southern Celestial Hemisphere) His face aching, emotionless and unflinching, he declared, 'my parents are getting a divorce'. Mother...
Alexandra Smereka
- Jan 31, 2022
On Becoming Strangers
By Alexandra Smereka Prisoner of your murmur, honey, my swollen tongue tingles as I take deep breaths into the sea foam and again once...
Alexandra Smereka
- Jan 31, 2022
Daylight Savings Time
By Alexandra Smereka When words fall like leaves from your lips I know the air is about to grow colder, the shadows longer, our days...
Sara Jhong
- Jan 31, 2022
What Is and What Should Never Be, Letters To New York City
By Sara Jhong The year is 1950—my grandfather is thirteen and if he does not make the train in the next seven and a half minutes, he will...
Ulrikka Haveron
- Jan 31, 2022
The Professor
It was an honor to be chosen.
M. Zaman
- Jan 31, 2022
TREE LULLABY
Once I climbed a towering cotton silk tree. It was spring and the tree was ablaze with uncountable dark red flowers as if ichor flowing...
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