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A Poem by Raymond Luczak

IN SECURITY If the contents of my heart could be spilledinto a baggie and placed inside a plastic tray,what would the TSA officer see in...

At the start of war by Tyler Vaughn Hayes

Mourning, I dreamt of endless azure

The Tree and Me by Laureen Summers

Yesterday I watched branches  Being severed from an old, majestic tree 

A Good Deal by Sunayna Pal

A Good Deal I don't like empty vases populating my tiny house but after uploading my listing of the car I came across a blue Ming vase. Not...

Two Poems by Chloe Yelena Miller

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

a february afternoon with rumi and bach by Craig Flaherty

a february afternoon withrumi and bach thick crust dense walnut breadhe tears to add to the lamb stewcarrots onions peas a stockof pureed turnip kale...

Oath For My Son Made Upon A Full Bed by Ellen Sazzman

Oath For My Son Made Upon A Full Bed Crawling under the covers, parting their spooned figures, I amoblivious to what may have been interrupted,...

Three Poems by Áine Greaney

I’m from potholes in the bóithrín road limestone walls whitethorn bushes aged fields and mossy stones drip-drip hedges before a blue farm gate apples rotting under...

Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain by Nicole Farmer

Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain I want you on my faceRunning rivers into my earsDrowning my (fuck) muddled mindWashing me clean Transformed to a tall oakLeaving...

Three Poems by Mary Beth Hines

Barred Owl Wind ruffles her mask, white down fringed in black, her dark eyes steeled to the task. Hooked beak wide she drills the air with a caterwaul of...

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Two Poems by Kimberly Ray

WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE? Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone? Tucked in tighter to...

Three Poems by Juliana Schifferes

Close Encounter at a Grocery Store Grayed Vans, downcast eyes Bear lumbering after cookies How have you turned bald?! Your quiet stare ceased. How dare you remain yourself! Return to...

Noah Kahan’s “Stick Season” Dives Headfirst into Who We Are and Where We Come From by Francesca Theofilou

This article is the winner of the 2022 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition. It is, indeed, the...
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