Lei-Making in Kansas | Amy Haddad | Poetry Contest 1st Place Winner - Fall 2024
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Three generations of the women in my family            sit on the spacious front porch, pouring over                        souvenirs...
6 days ago2 min read
requiem for a gone girl | Kelsey Smoot | Poetry Contest 2nd Place Winner - Fall 2024
I’ ve kissed at least one dead girl that I know of. I look back and realize she was maybe only barely alive when we kissed. Tawny girl,...
6 days ago1 min read
Reparations I’ll Pay Piecemeal Until Death | Elly Katz | Poetry Contest 3rd Place Winner - Fall 2024
I converse with nobody all the time, a liminal voice singing. But I write to complete discourse between lines. I owe them that— for...
Sep 301 min read
San Diego 2007 | Star Jalanugraha
I find us, always rolling down that grassy hill at grandma’s. Knees stained green, itchy as hell. Blotchy, burnt faces echoing hues of...
Sep 241 min read
Resilience | Lia Smith-Redmann
for my cousin Nadia.  Peeled back as a baby to reveal her delicate insides – heart laid bare. Someone wished upon her like a flower and...
Sep 211 min read
The Pantheon of Dead Ex-boyfriends | Julie Benesh
South of close relatives, north of the minor arcana of pre-deceased coworkers, neighbors, et cetera, subset of the mammoth  ship of...
Sep 151 min read
Supermarket Baby | Juliet Simon
The biggest betrayal I ever met I handled like an infant at the supermarket wailing down aisles, bawling tears of denial tearing down...
Sep 91 min read
child | Katie Rotella
the windows of the train are cloudy: scratches and water stains blur the surface—it’s just like watching an old television, except there...
Aug 151 min read
In Line at Eden, 1989 | Adriana Stimola | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I remember buying basil with my mother. At the counter I swam in time too small for weekday nets to catch— where it’s wrists wearing...
Aug 151 min read
As If Deep Rest Were a Lottery Ticket | Ellen Skilton | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
When she taught me to swim, she said, only breathe if you absolutely have to — as if oxygen was not needed to live. I often feel like a...
Aug 151 min read
My Sister’s Life Sinks on the Day of the Titanic’s Anniversary | Cynthia Pratt | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
The hue of her wooden frame turned cerulean after her husband left. Blue now covers the heart’s jagged rock limbs. She becomes a skiff...
Aug 41 min read
My Girlfriend and I Come From a Small Town | Bellamy Rump
A sigh creates St. Helens’ ash swallowing weeks old milk and grandpa’s leather recliner into the heart of a midwest false-spring...
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