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list of things that can’t be listed | Amanda Conover - 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
the list begins with an explanation of the nonlinear nature of time, how humans made it chronological despite everything happening at...
Jan 31, 20242 min read
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A second with you | Shuchi Batra - 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
I crave a second with you in a world where time stretches like a ribbon boundaries melt like snow religion loses its grip and loving you...
Jan 31, 20241 min read
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post mortem | Hannah Norris
heartbreak is its own kind of grief/but there is no funeral or coming together/to celebrate the life/ it is a coming apart/an untethering...
Jan 30, 20241 min read
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Sunlight Through the Center Street Window | Ruth Towne
You said, this is a girl’s apartment—most days, plaits of sunshine swayed on the pressed and white shoulders of our walls, and brushed...
Jan 27, 20241 min read
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Pennsylvania Pilgrimage | Kyle Hilsey
Trapped, lost in snow-covered northern lights, Wishing to stumble on dirt hollers. Misplaced on this dreadful map. I yearn to be quenched...
Jan 24, 20241 min read
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That Kind of Person | Victoria K. Clay
Does it make me feel better being the peaceful person? The forward person? The person that doesn’t need anything to do or say something...
Jan 21, 20241 min read
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My Soul, Like a Watered Field | M. Shayne Bell
O, play that melody; play it again, again— it makes me think of he that runs to me. Moonlit and in sunlight my door opens to him— sunlit...
Jan 18, 20241 min read
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Wombs ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂ| Karina Guardiola-Lopez
Some wombs House cysts not children Cramps, not comfort Monthly punching bags Scrambled self esteem Eggs over, not easy Not sunny, not...
Jan 15, 20241 min read
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My Mother’s Song | Ada Pendill
I save the tickets from events and places I visit In a box that belonged to my mother in her youth. The old box is one of the things that...
Jan 9, 20241 min read
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My Meat and My Marrow | Christie Grotheim
My bewildering body, my meat and my marrow, Walking away from the womanhood I once ached for; regression, relapse, in my carriage and my...
Jan 3, 20242 min read
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Different | Francine G. Farina & Sarah N.
trigger warning: homophobia Ever since he was a small boy He remembered the thoughts Pulsing inside his head and how He tried to push...
Dec 8, 20231 min read
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T-shirt | Julianna Hallett
I picked you up like an old t-shirt: tattered, worn, softened a bit. Maybe it wasn’t me who broke you in and smoothed every crease, but I...
Dec 4, 20231 min read
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