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An Ode to My Xbox by Benjamin Brown
The sound of my Xbox Booting up, As I plug in my headset And wait, For the ping of my cousin’s invite As we sit in different places But still together. Like a clock always on time everyday The Xbox turns on at my place And his. Together we play the same games The same…
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The Fly by Tillee Flohr
A grandfather in the timeframebetween winter to spring got sick.It’s safe to say he didn’t make to summer.He passed early in the morningof his eldest’s grandchild’ssenior lacrosse night. Before his passing he got to say goodbye,to all his grandchildren one last time,even his middle grandchildwho doesn’t know how to handle sick people.She only came to…
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The Tree and Its Memories by Ky Logan
My earliest memory? Oh so faintSo much energy with such delightFeeling free, ready to see the worldExtending and growing each branchindividually and carefullyAs each year goes by, each branchadds on another branchSome years better than others,leaving nothing behindWith such delicate care now and awareness,Stretching throughout for years to comeWhy not sooner though? The aggressive winds…
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Three Poems by Ethan Salvatierra
Blue Scrubs “Good morning kuya,”*My mother comes home from work.Four-five times a week, over twelve hour shifts overnight.Her highlighted hair is frizzled, a little limp when she walks,her glasses foggy, hands filled with her bag and gallon jug,with her mind full of stories, ready to talk. Mother’s blue scrubs, dirty and wrinkled reflectstrength, sacrifice, and…
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Three Poems by Erin Trinh
eleutheromania the mirror doesn’t hesitate.it names me before i can interrupt,like it knows exactly how long it takesfor doubt to formand chooses to speak first.no blur, no kindness of angles,no almost i can hide inside –just a body it recognizes instantly,a biometric scanner that never glitches,and a word for iti have never been able to…
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What Remains by Bryson Curtis
The morning comes too slowly now,Like it is too afraid to wake me.Coffee cools before I drink it,And the chair across mine stays still. I walk through days like fogEverything familiar, everything blurredYour name lingersIn the corners of my mind. I keep moving anyway,Collecting moments like loose changeSmall, heavy, and still worth something.Day by day.…
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Three Poems by Grace Owens
Ode to The Last Night of Summer Camp The fire crackles lowas ribbons of smoke rise above us,curls into the night like a final breath,and for the first time all summer,the air feels still.I feel the exhale of relieffrom the other counselors-We made it. Around us, tired voices rise and fall,soft, but full.We sing “Moon…
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“From the Wind to the Quiet…” by Armani Jones
From the Wind to the QuietI’m from a city that never stops talking,sirens sing louder than most dreamsand the trains run through storiesthat nobody finishes. I’m from cracked courts under streetlights,where the ball was the only soundI could trust. Now I wake to hills instead of high rises,the silence is almost too soft to believe.The…
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Two Little Hands
Blocks fill the back of the toy truck Two little hands pushing it along the carpet Stopping when a block falls Animal figurines, puppets, and hot wheels Packed neatly in their rainbow bins Dress up items lay on a rocking chair A doctor outfit, a dentist, and a firefighter Legos scattered all over the play…
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