Two Poems | Pearson Prudent

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Casino 1.Continent of seat peoplein the salat of coming up short.Finger to the button like leaf’s dawn wave: hardly wind when the winningstill sleeps. 2. In indoor noon, they slumplike the airlifted saved in basketswho,

Mosquita y Mari | Zaira Gomez

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Head out, highway highA continuous zephyrEl Dia Previo synced Admiration for the asterismsPastel colored moonglowing Measured burning glancesPinkies linked, head cradled Zaira is an emerging writer from Pennsylvania. As a queer Mexican

Sisters | Seth Leeper

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Pandora, when she lifted the lid, did she knowwhat she would loose? Not the least: blame, which would brand her and her sisterswith the blood and resentments of men. Like Eve, who

When They Ask If I’m Okay | Maria Provenzano

“But though I tried so hard, my little darlin’, I couldn’t keep the night from coming in.” – Joanna Newsom crushed into powder            I might be poison            or potion I don’t know           

Two Poems | Jemma Leigh Roe

LITANY WITH CHERRY BLOSSOMS Seppuku summer, and you cut my hair so shortI pretend I am the boymy parents want me to bethough I wish I could be nobodyas you sweep the

Muscle Memory | Patricia Colleen Murphy

I wake up in a room that I have never seen empty.It takes my body more than a few minutes to un-ampersand.It feels like remembering snow in the absence of snow. Like running the tonguearound the teeth

Home Videos | Benjamin Favero

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I picture perfectthe moon’sabrasions,orange over Malibuthat night. Ocean blue and crestingin Dad’s blurry footagebehind his father,face paintedlentigo. This was yearsbefore his fall, beforehe only spoke in no’sand wa’s. His skullintact and helmet-free,his