"i hold a tissue paper body/ as long as i can, / or until i must exhale."
Read MoreFirst Story by Sarah Gambito
"What do you say to someone who has been gone for so long."
Read MoreTwo Poems by Jo Blair Cipriano
Death reminds me too much of myself./ I mean, if you watched an animal die/ in agony, would you still enjoy eating its flesh?
Read MoreTwo Poems by Karen An-hwei Lee
Angelenos call the phenomenon of swarming water bees
a congregation as in a church
And Now That I Am 51 by Lisa Allen
The women who raised me were plain./ Devout./ Called whores if they rouged their cheeks/
Read MoreTwo Poems by Sarah Hansen
my spine curved/ into a question mark, my pen sketching symptoms/ on an empty man's silhouette.
Read MoreScrolls by Miles Liss
Our Breath./ They took what was theirs.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Alana de Hinojosa
I took so long to learn / the black in pockets is you
Read MoreTwo Poems by Victoria Chang
Somewhere, in the morning, my mother / had become the sketch.
Read MoreThree Poems by Sandra Beasley
You are the sunburn / where there is no sun, a canary nested / in the ribcage of a miner.
Read Morebliss kids by Aureleo Sans
Children are backlogs / in the isolation tent
Read MoreTwo Poems by Lisa Huffaker
the raw energy of / threat
Read MoreTwo Poems by Kelly R. Samuels
How industrious and cheerful we appear, opening/ the water back up to the sky,
Read MoreSometimes Love Looks Like by Edie Meade
It's love in a silent spell/ tinkering in separate rooms
Read MoreRoadkill by Lisa Lopez Smith
...witnessing the necessary work / of decomposing, composting, nature cycling, / until one day...
Read MoreTwo Poems by Collin Van Son
Ten degrees and it’s night, painted stars/ adorning my flask.
A Name Is a Haunting by Sage Ravenwood
The sound splices my lips in bitten denial
Read MoreA 360° Photograph of San Francisco’s Ocean Beach by Dimiter Kenarov
Giddy, I spin the landscape around myself until I feel again like a child.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Leah Claire Kaminski
Now that I’ve stopped, I have more time to think about things like rocks, slightly less for thinking about self-loathing.
Read MoreMemory Like Form Filling Void by Eli Coyle
Where do things go when in their leaving, /when they're uprooted and carried/ somewhere else?
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