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they tell us we won’t be fifteen forever, by Jaiden Geolingo
so on a silver-washed morning we curl our fingers…
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IT IS OVER BUT I AM STILL HERE, by Jaiden Geolingo
I. Everything is rusting & slithers through my fingers & my mouth a portal…
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Letter to American Restaurants, by Jaiden Geolingo
dear america, i had you in spoonfuls the other day for forgiveness.…
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fleeting pleasures, by Jovina Zion
cobalt blossoms arch their square shoulders,rosy tints of gray shimmer in the golden sun. impulses…
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Party of One, by Sarah Parmet
cutting offmy split ends withchildren’s scissors smearing redwatercolor paintacross my lips tearing …
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Swimming Pool Amnesia, by Sarah Parmet
when i fell six feet outof the air, i landed in the hotel swimming pool.…
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8:15pm on Fridays, by Emily A. Kim
At 8:15pm on Fridays, I get to officially have my dad back. At 8:15pm…
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Sea as Boy, by Claire Beeli
Towels become skins, …
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To Hear Jay-Song, by Claire Beeli
Blue currents ripple through my ribs …
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Dust, by Amelia Thomas
my mouth is filled with dust and i want to reclaim the new— i …
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