Poem
Writing
Anomalous Perceptions
By Yeshe RaiIt’s much easier to listen than to be heard,
so I assemble a wide-eyed, open expression,
and shelve all the blaring thoughts
to the dead wood walls of my mind.
I am an expert at starting sentences,
horrendous at finishing them. How can I
dear margot
By Yeshe Raiyou open all the blinds for moonlight
to make a place at your dining table
the radical yellowed pages say “liberty is an illusion”
& you must agree,
crouched on your cold chair in a t-shirt
& underwear. eating tomato soup.
Sold to the Highest Bidder
By Jawad AlazzehIt seemed clear at the close of a lengthy conversation,
In the cool heat of late Spring.
We have long mourned,
The colonial appropriation of the ancient East.
Sol Borrego
By Caroline StickneyHeat becomes a god faster than
anything else – agave creeps up, bursting
like a yolk cradled under the tongue.
Walk as far as you can and get nowhere.
Scales thrash; sand unwinds lazily.
Light, Color, Reflection
By Hailey KastenColors dance across frosty ground
Golden sunlight reaching far corners
Dusty shadows filling unnseen crevises
Painting the land with magic and wonder
Metaphysical
By Katie ChungI have tried to paint this beautifully
in swirling pastels of childhood
like Vaseline over a camera lens
hazes of slow-motion imagery
if it’s naive to believe in changing the world
then I am still a fool
a child’s helpless grasp on hope
in a woman’s intuition
Aboard the Censorship
By Daniel Joon LeeThere are thoughts I have that
I block from escaping my lips.
Sometimes they try to pry them open,
start a mutiny aboard the ship
riding the waves that roll along my tongue.
word vomit
By bethany linesno words. even they do not like to stick around to save their sanity. i am not like you,
but i’ll give you children
i’ll try
just promise you’ll make a real thing out of me; a real useful thing. one that talks. and let me hunt for
myself. and for every thing
a guide to facing the world
By Eden Amaryllisleave your house for a while,
traipse around and think that
you’d rather be at home.
remind yourself the world has meaning
even though
you don't believe it.
work tirelessly,
rest after it’s too late.
note that privilege comes with guilt
feel guilty
If the mind is a palace...
By L.C. HerbstAnd I’d make myself sick if I was another person watching my thoughts. It’s a blurry and slow-moving
compilation of coincidences stacked on top of eachother: sticky teacups stacked on a desk, junk mail
unable to say goodbye
By Lexi Newsomthe two of you walk around the lake,
trying to balance on the familiar, unsteady ground.
around you, icicles hang from trees like glass ornaments,
swaying lightly in the wind.
they’re on the edge of breaking off the branches
but they don’t.
salt bridge
By Caroline Stickneyi’m stuck on the edge of something and i’m sure i’ll find it under the waves that tug me like a hook in the eye and i know there’s something where the sky ends but i’m not sure what this pain is supposed to bring me closer to or what stain this salt is supposed to scrub or even if this is the lon
Cosmic Hypocrisy
By Wyatt VaughnHave I ever told you that
Once, I reached my arm
In the sky, to try
To pinch a distant star—
I wanted to squeeze it,
To secrete its sweat
And watch it drop from light years away onto my tongue
From my Perspective
By Nate CooperI know nothing but darkness
Until my stomach is ripped open
The light turns on and they look inside
Give me nutrients and then take them away
Steal my belongings
And drink my blood
I haven't slept since birth, I am so afraid
For one day I will break down
heaven is the woods behind my childhood home
By Madeleine Kimballwhen i go:
scatter my ashes in that clear cold stream.
let the current take me down,
down,
to that small place,
where god stains her cheeks with river-clay
and cicadas scream sweet hymnals.
where life is raw and quiet and sublime
and the worms find heaven in
Love Ghazal
By Kayla BrethauerTwo sleeves brush. In a single touch, it blossoms: love.
Wide-eyed, whisper anything in my ear, I’ll call it love.
Barefoot on a pedestal, white lace, floor-length mirror.
If you don’t cry when I walk down the aisle, is it love?
The Fishbowl Theory
By Chloe SchoenfeldA fish doesn’t know what water is
But I think the water is full of-
Questions
You need to clean your room, honey.
The answers don’t matter nearly
-I know, I will.
As much as the act of asking
A Guitar, a Campfire, and a Spaceship
By Isaac McKeagWhistle a tune by the fire with me friend
There's whole worlds out there,
but right now you're on this one...
So take it in
Freedom is only a tool,
Soon, you'll see that.
Timber giants stand among us here,
They cannot walk, but their spirits are reinless
elevator thoughts
By Emily Natanovalobby
i step onto the elevator
and push for floor 12
a woman in a black dress rushes in and asks for 13
she has red-hair and her perfume smells nice
we wait in silence for the doors to close and begin our ascent
First Confession
By Maria TanRed scratchy fabric lining the confessional
Imprinted a checkerboard into my knees;
My spine stacked upright,
Leading to heaven, or down into hell;
Guilt or shame pulling my head down;
Tears would’ve fallen on my baby cheeks
If the church hadn’t been as cold as hell was hot;
The Woman, The Daughter
By Cady StevensAuburn curls waltz in my eyes, flames in my earliest memories.
I remember most parts fondly.
Matching blue eyes, struggles inherited
from your mother.
We struggled existing
as the proper mother and daughter.
Where I Hope to Be
By Katelyn PatrickWhere I hope to be
In case you ever need to find me
And I am no longer here:
Find me in the stolen glances
Across the room when everyone is busy.
In the anxious anticipation
Of someone’s presence
Or the small thrill that comes
From a brief moment of locked eyes.
Valedictorian Gift
By Wyatt VaughnThree strings across my body,
Pinky and thumb pinching each fraying end.
Pulled across my chest, three strands
Strung taught in my open arms.
Pink,
Blue,
And white.
kentucky
By Caroline Stickneyseven horses dead in 10 days, track dirt still
painting damp mouths and eyes that will
never start again and here we are with
our feet kicking up ground and orange light
staining like iodine on skin and we never
think to worry it’ll be us splayed out on the
left unsaid
By Sundos H.a split second meeting.
one glance,
and nothing more.
i do not know your name.
neither do you mine.
a short friendship.
we drifted apart.
i have your number,
but i won't call.
you won’t either.