by Emma Aylor
I know it’s rare for me to start
this way: talking plainly to you, as I am now.
It’s as simple as wanting
to tell you something that happened Continue reading
by Emma Aylor
I know it’s rare for me to start
this way: talking plainly to you, as I am now.
It’s as simple as wanting
to tell you something that happened Continue reading
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by Morgan Eklund
By 2050, plastic will outweigh
fish in the ocean and every Monday Continue reading
by Moni Brar
we pile into the old green chevy
vinyl seats cool against our backs
the buzz of excitement licking away Continue reading
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by Jonpaul “Sione” Monty Cohen
The sand is cold, and unwelcoming
Nothing like where I came from
A sea missing the warmth of home Continue reading
by Anne Whitehouse
The air gray, still, and parched.
The rain, when it comes, is a sprinkle
dripping silently on the ground.
The mourning dove’s call is backdrop Continue reading
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