“april” By Katelynn Paluch it is spring storm april there is blue lagoon on my belly and resignation in my eyes. pressure- cold cold black and white static, clicking keys “most people don’t get to my room until they’re pregnant” she smiles, “lucky you!” it is flower daze april
“autumn”By Katelynn Paluch winter unravels the seamsof gold green gratitude from the treesonly the frame to remain:precursor to the beauty bestowed by the weaver,fast asleep, exhausted from knitting months’ worth of bursting beautiful leavesand although gratitude falls,the wind blows it f
“chai” By Katelynn Paluch there are so many things i want to say like i am scared of letting anyone love me because i cannot give enough back you will pluck wildflowers from my locks and wish for roses i have not been cultivated for the pleasure of men, merely a botanist’s pipedream you will [
American Dream, Fall 2021, Kenneth Munyuza, Photography
Dear,By Liliana Fraser-Shade I thought of so many things I could’ve said to you when I watched him carry your body to the chair.You were like a child then, not completely there, clinging but with no strength.I wondered if you were holding on because I held the truth. I wondered if it wou
Meditation on Holding a Friend’s Mouse Near the End of His Life By Claire Buck Cupped in my hands, his chest rises and falls with each quick gasp; my fingers trace the ridge over his spine. Within the living walls of his body’s cathedral, curved ribs bridge a vault that echoes with the hidden ch
