by Yuan Changming
Above this wild wild world covered
With layers and layers and layers
Of red dust, my selfhood
Has long been tired
Tired of flying
Flying alone
Day & night
by Eriana Ktistakis
hazy hues of summer wrap around
me like a blanket, the world tinted shades of
amber. bare feet in gentle earth,
Read More »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.
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.
Read More »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.
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.
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