Poetry
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By Mahailey Oliver Pisces 𖤓 | Capricorn ⏾ | Pisces ↑ My first name’s from my great grandma,my middle name’s from my mom,my last name’s from my dad Ain’t a single part of me that’s mine. I recline into the cattailsand switchgrass. Cracked knucklesfeel the burn of the sun,slick sweat sliding from clammy palmsto ruddy earth underneath.…
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By Bella Melardi Is it better to cup the burning, to wake each morning already ash-tongued, waiting for the hour your body dimly constellates itself into ruin, a graveyard flickering with small, exhausted suns, or is it better to carry nothing, hands rinsed clean of wanting? I have wanted to etch something into the world…
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By David Williamson Virgo 𖤓 | Virgo ⏾ | Capricorn ↑ i cradle my thumb, it was jammed betweena softball and the afternoon glare.your sorry’s and sunraysstill throb with the bruise. you apologize, not for your aim,but for love poems whisperedin fleeting glances, for too fewcootie catchers and origami hearts,for sunset gossip unableto set the…
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By Kaylee Baucom Virgo 𖤓 | Sagittarius ⏾ | Aries ↑ “I’ll eat you up beloved, I’ll swallow you whole,you’re the moon, and I’m the dark sky who holds.”He talks in verses like this,all honey-tongued promises but no kiss,and I’m alone for another monumental solar eclipse.But he’s the moon and I’m the sun.I always shine…
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By Cassandra Whitaker What good is celebration without flowers?summer addresses gardenia—yarrow–lilies—lavender—lilac—heliotrope–heather—the air cures our appetitesuntil the feast — Then ales—roasts—cakes—vices Summer’s hidden addresses Buttered bread—spiced meat–whipped milk-–cream Beyond the bride— her wife groom to be—a king for the dayin lavender—lilac—suited to the nines and crownedwith eucalyptus blooms ready to leadwith sure feet—What good is celebrationwithout…
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By Zachary Walter Cancer 𖤓 | Capricorn ⏾ | Sagittarius ↑ Father, I plan to fly. When you find this little lettertucked beneath your wingswax-molded to your back, just try.Understand. I’ve tried to tell youthat I’ll fly as I wish You merely grunted.Your work deafens. So, read. I imagine you searching the sky,combing the waves,…
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By Yuan Changming 心房: heart house for a soul to dwell in心扉: heart door always ready to be opened心鼓: heart drum to be beaten rhythmically心匣: heart case where to store one’s feelings心镜: heart mirror to reflect one’s inner self心田: heart field in which to grow the seeds of hope心原: heart wildland for the will to…
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By L.L. Hannah Virgo 𖤓 | Pisces ⏾ | Pisces ↑ after Aimee Nezhukumatathil For me, the sun has always been easy to love,as easy as it is to love how golden light radiates from the back of a firefly, cool burn from within,or the blue-glow delirium of millions of lagoon dwelling protozoa. Unlike firefliesand…

