by Eriana Ktistakis
hazy hues of summer wrap around
me like a blanket, the world tinted shades of
amber. bare feet in gentle earth,
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2 poems
Leaving Was The Hardest Until It Wasn’t
by McKenna Ashlyn
It was the winter everyone was moving east,
chain smoking cigarettes, snorting cocaine.
Trying to curate a museum of themselves.
I’m sorry, I’ve been writing anything but myself.
The Bus
by Jessica Tan
The long, yellow bus screeches to a halt next to the curb as you lift your eyes up, watching the doors fan open for the first time this fall. You spent all morning organizing your school supplies, thinking of what your new schedule would be like. But first, you have to make the journey there. And if you had it your way, you would drive there yourself. If you were old enough.
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Summer, 2008
by Rachel Nicholson
Walking barefoot on the pavement, my soles begin to melt.
It sings of the dirt that came before it—
It hums with heat and memory.
resistance is joy, and joy is resistance
A Touch
It Does Not Translate Well
by Katarina Pavičić-Ivelja
He left back in the 90s and never returned.
The stranger smiling at me
from the other side of the bench
somewhere in Uppsala.
Read More »At the Zoo
by Jeffrey Zable
A 6 or 7 year old boy was crying, “I want my balloon back …
I want my balloon back …”
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