Poetry

“They spoke of sprouting but / she could not fathom their seeding, / what bee or notion had landed / in strike against her flowerlessness.
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— "A Beautiful Cancer," Kira VanDam, Vol 4
“I watch a yellow puffy-coat waddle-giggle,/and his father scampers close behind. The wind/blows sharply across my cheeks. despite the/gnawing, I’ll sow crumbs on the ground/and shove pigeons in my pockets...””
— "Happy Birds," Amanda Venclovaite Pirani, Vol 3
“They’ll ask for a martyr,/and all you’ll have to give/is your heart...”
— "Growing Pains," Amanda Venclovaite Pirani, Vol 3
“I wish most off all to remember these stolen/smiles, carefully selected chocolate-chip/desert and twirls/around the shipping carts./But I am busy scanning/lists and strangers’ eyes...”
— "Petty Crime!" Amanda Venclovaite Pirani, Vol 3
“do you feel like a china Doll? / that was broken and filled with / a sickly sweet something”
— "bruise theory," Emily Rose Mandracchia, Vol 4
“His eyes slow and tender./Black and white photos surround/ him. Nothing is colorized.”
— "The Revenant of Jim Croce," Jenna Savino, Vol 4
“I was once told I was meant to be buried/in millions of snowflakes/and to quake against the wind...”
— "Snowflakes Fall Like Ash," Madelyn Chau, Vol 3