Inspired by Old English Riddles By Annika Dekker I stand in the corner or the center solitary,
The Grey Headed Albatross Tells You His Story By Grace Mitchell On the island of our kind, so
The Bridge By Trent Thiele I used to hang my legs down from the bridge that runs over the river, in
Meditation on Holding a Friend’s Mouse Near the End of His Life By Claire Buck Cupped in my hands,
Beneath the Slide By Noel Vanderbilt His hand was small within my grasp warm and sticky like peanut
s w i n g s By Noel Vanderbilt Childhood was whirling swings (Woosh. Whir. Again!) and toes peeking
Haven of Bones By Beata Huntington Bury me in the forest where the greenery grows thick Water my bon
Dressing Room Mirrors By Gabrielle Crone I don’t struggle with body image. I struggle with the ima
In the Kitchen at the End of March By Claire Buck With the side of my thumb I crack their brittle sk
Sonnet for trying (and failing) to escape the sonnetBy Claire Buck Why is it that I always come
Pieces of Sky By Trent Thiele Eyes pointed toward the bleak heavens, the ground is dotted with white
Emergency Delayed By Abigail Doonan “Name please.” “Abigail D-O-O-N-A-” “Okay. Pleas
When I Looked By Noel Vanderbilt I drew a breath, for the world gleamed golden and I saw an old man
A Sinner’s Lamentation By Lauren Tocco As I stood on the edge with sharp drops of rain teari
The Kiss, 1907 By Emma Compton I understand Klimt now I get it The gold, yellows The bend of the nec
visit the horses By Adriana Barker pear-green, dew-soaked grass stretches in every direction, streak
