by Sumit Parikh
A sunny flower lyingRead More »
on honeyed surf
and shore
Your golden soul
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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A 6 or 7 year old boy was crying, “I want my balloon back …
I want my balloon back …”
by Stacie Eirich
I don’t have to dream the warmth
into being today. Today the sun
a perfect blue. Today birdsong
and breeze are as golden and light
as spring. Rippling, soft, Brilliant.
by Audrey T. Carroll
[Author’s note/content warning: As the title suggests, this piece does mention several kinds of trauma, including PTSD, childhood sexual abuse, medical trauma, etc. Nothing is graphic here, and these content warnings ended up becoming part of the piece itself.]
1. You pick up a glass baking dish fresh out of the oven with your bare hands. Your brain tells you it is too hot and should be released. You
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