by Mikayla Maeshiro
i am the host to a funeral in my brain
an open casket with no body
a eulogy gratingly carved in sepia
grave-robbed flowers pay their respects
the living are not worthy of mourners. Continue reading
by Mikayla Maeshiro
i am the host to a funeral in my brain
an open casket with no body
a eulogy gratingly carved in sepia
grave-robbed flowers pay their respects
the living are not worthy of mourners. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry, Young Writers Edition
by Sarah Brockhaus
When I talk about want I mean a seagull
taking flight against a dark night sky in Italy. I am
on my own, craving vicinity more than love, someone Continue reading
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by Georgea Jourjouklis
“July eighth, noon,” Curio said into the voice recorder on his phone. “Targets A, B, C, exit their Honda after four days away from the primary location.”
He raised a pair of binoculars—a cheap, dollar-store brand his grandmother gifted him a few Christmases ago—then peered through the window at his neighbours across the street. The hot July sun beat down on his face. Continue reading
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by Sophia Smith
A mangled row of bones stacks up from your hips
Filed under Poetry, Young Writers Edition
by Isabel Rhodes
They call me Maiden of the Night,
but I crawled out of the sun.
Celestial fluids dripped from my wings,
blisters marred my cheeks and bloody welts
rose out of my skin, Continue reading
Filed under Poetry, Young Writers Edition