POETRY

Brandon Melendez | Poetry

2018-11-03T01:36:58-04:00

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

Brandon Melendez | Poetry2018-11-03T01:36:58-04:00

Kimberly Reyes | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:26:03-04:00

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

Kimberly Reyes | Poetry2018-11-26T18:26:03-04:00

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:04-04:00

If I could be seen as a force instead of an object instead of a hobby, if I could just do without having to be seen, or if it didn’t matter to me at all, I could be invincible.

Alexandra Naughton | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:04-04:00

Alan Chazaro | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:12-04:00

Is it because always running is a cliché? And clichés are a rerun of something different? And since you were a boy, did they feed you questionable

Alan Chazaro | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:12-04:00

Dylan Carpenter | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:45:38-04:00

What is the problem what is it I ask myself day after day it does not change / I walk through the rooms of my house I open the windows though it is cold

Dylan Carpenter | Poetry2018-12-27T01:45:38-04:00

Hannah Kucharzak | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:03-04:00

Anxious Diva tells me I’ve lost what’s fun about me. She says I’m flatter than death. Diva, help me cut these onions, help me feel arrhythmia, tell me how alive I want to be.

Hannah Kucharzak | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:03-04:00

Emma Claire Foley | Poetry

2018-12-27T01:40:49-04:00

frogs of lead who bust up your skinny lip by agreement, the paradisiac fields excised, the empty spaces removed from our carapace. a better future for the region. international

Emma Claire Foley | Poetry2018-12-27T01:40:49-04:00