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Poetry

Gabrielle Lessans

lightening like a cob web among tired blades of grass & bits of dew...

June Gehringer

we wrote our love with safety pins, drew crooked constellations at each other’s edges....

Natasha Young

We were sitting outside on blankets drinking mushroom tea and my scraggly haired baby compassionately touched my ankle and knee while he was talking to my friends for me and I liked how he made me feel included...

katherine anne

if i let you in you will wear me out i grew tired of love once ...

Mitchell King

So she’s gone. So I can’t handle it. So everyone has their missing person. ...

Suzanna Derewicz

I wanted you to learn to read the kind of caution the girl takes in every book I have ever given you or written myself into....

Julia Wohlstetter

I stamped myself with Femininity and bought a new comforter. I bought six plants, and a snake shaped bracelet, and a pineapple lamp....

a.m. kozak

she tries to talk to me in memes but i dno what that means. ...

Jeanette Beebe

The ground is a tissue. It absorbs. And light is a thing we’ve made. A wave — it passes ...

Mary Moore Dalton

maybe if i stop regarding myself as a disaster something different will happen...