Poetry from Kierstin Bridger
Photo by Aaron Burden Scrim For Robby On this paper sky morning my eyes burn as I watch an unkindness pull entrails from something brindled and dead. It’s not always clear at what angle the land is stitched, all the ways we tally rebirth or how images of you arrive without warning. Sometimes it’s the […]
Poetry from Amy Leigh Wicks
Photo by Will Langenberg Tirza I am not a green cup on the end of a stem. I am asking who will sanctuary you, or let you feast? What we make might survive winter. You are a handful of dust but so alive— lichen-like holding onto the small smoothnesses of a day. How could I […]
Poetry from Angelica Corrado
Photo by Madison Grooms Elegy for My Flower Crown I want to string together daisies and dandelions my makeshift golden ………….crown as I dance barefoot on the forest floor while dirt ………….cakes […]
Poetry from Ashia Ajani
Photo by Yeshi Kangrang Why Did You Kiss Me Before I Put On My Cocoa Butter Do not pick at the pieces of honey trapped in my baby hairs from a facemask done the night before. Leave it. I have consumed so much lipstick from mug after mug of yerba mate. My insides are purple. […]
Poetry from Lynn Schmeidler
Photo by Jason Wong Six Ways I See You Trapped in History 1. You know a few things about time, like how it stretches under covers and how it hides in clumps of grass. 2. Winter won’t let you go. You think like a goldfinch. Your hands do not agree with your arms. 3. There’s […]
Poetry from Lagnajita Mukhopadhyay
Photo by Muhd Asyraaf a revolution a villanelle when you ask, things come, a revolution. Copernicus punished for his ideas of orbit; the Earth revolves around the Sun. binary breaking, mad is the sane one like Socrates and hemlock killed at the pulpit; when you ask, things come, a revolution. Galileo sins against king’s religion, […]
Poetry from Alicia Cole
Photo by Hans Eiskonen The Rehousing Our cages are similar. Mine are the green and sea foam of two different shelter stays: aqua aquarium of Mission; welcoming warm sea of my parent’s retiree home. Warm when the diagnosis came through clear. Clear as the morning/night medicine cups cleanly labeled. Clear as the TV signals in […]
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