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Migration -- poetry by Hanning Yan
i wasn't raised for religion. every wednesday, i fell asleep during chapel but without fail i woke up when the lights dimmed for the...
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Jun 282 min read
the day apt. 304 speaks -- poetry by Sophia Lekeufack
just came home from my dentist appointment. daddy drops me off at the steps of building 403. “don’t tell your mom we got ice cream” he...
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Jun 282 min read
God in Gobstoppers -- poetry by Madeline Rosales
I stood on the sidewalk on a summer afternoon, peeling cuticles from my finger and brushing my sore wrists against the sweat racing...
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Jun 281 min read
The Woman in The Kiss by Gustav Klimt -- poetry by Madeline Yang
In some other world I am not wrapped in happy gold swirls, no silver-dust showers, medallion flowers, I am no whisper in a picture of...
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Jun 281 min read
Ode to the Customer with the Short Blonde Hair -- poetry by Mia Peña
If you could decipher what can I get for you? as I want to hear your voice as I drift asleep. Then I would’ve told you that your hair...
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Jun 281 min read
glitter ball kid -- poetry by Lily S.
little half-winged fledgling thing stumbling past the dance floor hands clasped eyes on the ground trying not to make...
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Jun 281 min read
Oh -- poetry by Renee Shi
A circle, a jump, and a dot. I guess that’s the most appropriate response To a betrayal: oh. I whisper through slightly parted lips, When...
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Apr 271 min read
Confessions of a Chinese American Rag Doll -- poetry by Katherine Zhao
Katherine Zhao is a 16-year-old writer and artist from New York. Her work has been recognized by various national and international...
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Apr 272 min read
collarbones under the sea -- poetry by Selena Zhang
maybe I’ll be in a museum one day. They’ll put me up for display, tell people all about who I was. What the size of my collarbone...
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Apr 272 min read
Advertisement For a Coffee Shop -- poetry by Anni Willes
You have nothing left to lose, So pull yourself from the hungry mouth of your desolation And come inside. It’s warm, and the wifi’s free,...
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Apr 272 min read
sycamores only bloom in spring -- poetry by Catherine Hu
do you remember me, sycamore? i was with you just three springs ago. i miss drifting through this world in blind ecstasy. since then i’ve...
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Apr 271 min read
woman of words -- poetry by Via Sheahin
my mother’s soft hands braiding stories into my hair i drink the rain in fear of tasting it bitter. (my limbs grow longer, tangled in old...
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Apr 271 min read
gardening -- poetry by Jack He
how much longer must i scrub to wash these feelings away– dandelions are spreading through my body, my skin is a wasteland of soil where...
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Apr 272 min read
Searching for God -- poetry by Anna Popnikolova
Now I’m stuck searching for God on the bus home, The sun, thick on the windows, soaks through the seats like canola oil. The man across...
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Feb 62 min read
Veiled Reflections -- poetry by Allison Lee
I imagine thick velvet curtains ensconced in the veins of my eyelids when I lay curdled like a fetus under covers heavy to hide myself...
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Feb 62 min read
MidWest, keep my name out of your mouth or else — -- poetry by Arush Desai
make no mistake & bury my half devoured body under the tree we picked to murder next to interstate 71 i take to board airbus 320 to visit...
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Feb 62 min read
elegy: record of train tracks -- poetry by Rina Olsen
“. . . the suicide rate among Korean descendants in Japan. . . has consistently been higher than that for the overall rate and the rate...
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Feb 62 min read
Rain -- poetry by Jenna Xue
My heart is a door. After work, when I come to my house, The door is locked. The brain says, help. The brain says, stuck, stuck. I fumble...
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Feb 62 min read
Asleep -- poetry by Emerson Keen
True loneliness like falling asleep at the sleepover before everyone else. You’re in orange pajamas with hardwood cold seeping into the...
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Feb 61 min read
The Fountain Pit -- poetry by Kate Jeffers
When I imagine my Church, the old one, the one I would sneak off to at odd hours of the night and pray to anything, the one I left...
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