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Poetry

Nat Emerling

I didn’t trust you, so I let your lips touch mine, and I took your words from your mouth....

Jessica Schouela

After a night of quasi-bloody knuckles, and red-rimmed eyes I am in the mood for blue-green, for cerebral coasts;...

Oscar d’Artois

my new strategy for staving off the depresnyak is waking up before noon my new strategy for waking up before noon is starving myself the day before my new strategy for starving myself the day before is never eating before four...

Matthew Sherling

a room with mirrors for walls, a wall made of wind, a tree behind a TV in a spacious den, a tree wrapped in toilet paper, two trees wrapped around each other,...

Klara du Plessis

Enveloping each leg with a thick layer of white, to run the razor upwards, breaking a track of skin, wash the blade, again...

Greg Zorko

i am so small and not lonely the world is like a pita for me. i am the chicken, the lettuce and aeoli i feel very happy about this...

Diandre Prendimano

I nowadays completely recognize aspects of myself in certain actions of the sky the sun rises...

Laura Broadbent

These are the machinations of one of the worlds’ ragged human minds which is nothing oh, nothing like the silent and knowing Tao....

Sara Sutterlin

The way I feel is a muscle Whose anatomy I don't understand...

Megan Lent

the dollar store scarf, orange in its own way, forces my hands into devotion,...