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The Elevator by Anna Flenner
How can you long for a life you have never known? That’s the thought that crosses my mind when my acquaintance, Kiki asks me if I will be applying to serve as a guard for the President in the Upperworld for the millionth time. I’m currently fifteen feet in the air trying to fix a…
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The Lonely God by Sage Martin
The Void’s endless expanse is suffocating. There is nothing, yet it fills the lungs and presses against the senses. All that can ever be seen are thin strands of webbing stretching from nowhere to everywhere that try to make sense of it all. Sometimes the darkened shape of the wide-eyed, long-armed spider, Kaimara, may dart…
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Three Poems by Alexandra Booz
Sun to Star Pretty knife kept silencePainted in redHues of amberHints of goldNot an inch sparedLight over all, after allGone in a flashDarkness left to reignGlimmers of light take holdSilence settles in aTemple of solaceBreezes begin to meddleFlowing in to settleTrees sing their singleBranches like cricketsTogether in symphonyLife binding serenity Heart’s Grievance Men at the…
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Four Poems by Saturn Yohe
Remember to Breathe I think cigarettes are nasty. They stain your teeth, they ruin your lungs, they increase your anxiety, they’re poison. But the thing I hate the most is the smoke. The smell makes me nauseous, and I don’t mean to be dramatic but when someone lights a cigarette, I have to leave the…
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10/29/60 by Edrick Cartagena
On this day. The sky was something new. It lost the nostalgic glow. Now a different shade of blue. The lifetime I once lived. Decorated and iced in a sad hue. But still like the day before. The milkman shatters his glass. Blue collars leave to their homes. And the pink Ford Sunliner drives away.…
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Hunger by Shelby Bowman
There was something in James’ eyes when he walked into the kitchen that morning, something that made me realize it was the beginning of the end. It was a Sunday. “I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this,” he told me and looked away. I frowned at him. “I keep having…
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Three Poems by Kendi Long
The Owl in the Treeline I can hear your callechoing among the tree-line. Silence.For afterall,you are the master of hiding. I searchwhere my ears tell me. Nothing.For where you perch,is covered by a cloak of Invisibility. My starewhere my ears tell me. Nothing.For where you perch,is covered by a cloak of Invisibility. My starepenetrates the…
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Untitled by Faith Crawford
I sit at the table in my darkened kitchen and pretend that I came out here to watch the sun rise. The glass of water in front of me stagnates unendingly, and I don’t want to think about the fact that the water and the glass and everything else is made of molecules, but I…
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Footsteps by Jayden Leach
One after the other, each foot leading me to my destination. One breath, two breaths, follow the path to my destination. A slight chill pushes past me as I open the doors that lead to the outdoors. I glance around, there is a squirrel in the tree, it has a short tail. A red bird…
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