Genre: Poetry

Judith Skillman

"I plan my fingers against one against the other / on the ebony board..."

Finn Mott

"...body need to make a change. body am hungover at 2:00 am on a Monday night listening to rain / sounds and impulsively deleting all streaming services and social media."

McKenna Wilds

"I no longer care what constellations / people make out of me. / Tell your stories. For I am / stars, auroras, and wildflowers."

Kim Malinowski

"I let the kite drop. / Earth more dazzling now—but I belch moon. / I taste moondust."

Lydia Falls

"did i dig up // these roots too soon, did i bury your presence in earth, will i see you again / above the raven rocks"

Kat Mulligan

"I wish for beauty as an hour, / rather than dust scattered by curiosity / into uncharted corners."

Anna Zilbermints

"Forgetting is a specialty I’ve practiced proudly / (my parents not so proudly) / But I think the rabbi understands."

Bob Hicok

"Sixty four times three / is one hundred and ninety two crayons. / Have you ever had one hundred and ninety two crayons / at the same time?"

Tauwan Patterson

"To write a blues song / is to regiment riots / and pluck gems from graves"

Marvin Jonathan Flores

"Winter Brought on a terrible cough, and with it / The strange consolation the soil beneath me / Was suffering as I was, undone / By heart’s fury, heart’s blood."