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Screaming Secrets : A view from

By Jillian Beyer

She fell on top of me, burrowed her face in my fluff, hands smacking the down inside of me, legs kicking, wriggling, growing restless at the foot. Every night I gave her comfort, she told me her secrets, whispered in the meekest of voices of the taunts and the teases and the tortures of the day.


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By JDC Resident

dedicated to joetta
I care about u
just 2 let you know
cuz I don’t know how
much love I show

A strong black
newbian queen is what
I call you


Connection at First Sight

By Annie Barry

I read about you
in my horoscopes and in a relatable tweet last week
as soon as I saw you, I knew those were written about you


All Things Terribly Lovely

By Hannah Holliday

When you asked me who I thought you were and I didn’t have an answer, I was worried. Why does my brain not instantly generate poetry when I think about how beautiful you are? Now that I have an answer I am terrified.


Supine

By Sofia Calavitta

Too long we have forgotten
The story of breath in our lungs

Depending on who you ask
We started from clay, dust,
Half of a ribcage, the salt of the
Earth, the water of the sea;
The old gods.


Museum of Broken Street Signs

By Meghana Lakkireddy

I miss running down the street with you at half past 3
When your dad dropped you off after softball practice on Sunday afternoons.
And there was never anything more than grass stains on white pants and empty soda cans that my mom told me to throw away two hours ago.


Mayland

By Isabelle Shachtman

You ask me If I know the way back home from here. I sing the words, “yes, dear” back to you like I’m someone else. You say “alright” because you’ve got nothing else to say right now; I respect that. I keep my eyes on the road. I’m not quite sure where you’re looking at this point


she took my poems

By Annie Barry

why do i allow myself to participate in something as dangerously stupid as Love?
allow myself to participate
i say
as if i don’t
put myself up to bat
in a room full of automatic pitch machines


Five Fingers To Count a Hand

By Callan Latham

I wake before you and in the darkness,
I don’t recognize you right away.
Your lashes bring their own light,
full like fields of crows,
a murder of crows. The birds nested
on the hill I’m sure I’ve told you about
in front of the tomb, white stones holding


Treading Water

By Katherine D. Westbrook

This is the pretend-dream,
where I am teaching you to swim,
and your body and my body
remember their names in the water.

We pull them from the lake
where they’ve been drowning,
covered in salt, covered in
sweat and horsetails.


It Doesn't Matter

By Michelle Moore

It doesn’t matter,
When the sun sets to the west
It doesn’t matter,
How fast the current is in
the ocean
It doesn’t matter,
When a storm passes through
the plains
It doesn’t matter,
The way stars twinkle in the
night sky


Mystery Dream

By Alyssa Rydell

Staring into a vast,
 black emptiness
 counting sheep-1, 2, 3...
 Consciously lying under
 the matted black blanket,
 Until all consciousness
 has been lost out to sea.
 Soaring over mile-high waves
 of blue and green into the sunset,


Separately Meant to Be

By Anonymous

For the first time, in her selective memory
she lies in bed, alone
without a light or heartbeat to keep her company.
Her heart beats, in rhythm with her thoughts.
She barely knows the way to her own door
yet she knows the feeling of being a stranger


Pure Love Stricken Ballroom

By Becky Peda

through the blistering cold she falls to her feet
to land in the warmth of your touch
her glass slippers give way to the dancing
but the scent of your voice is too much
the chandeliers hang from the ceiling
the cocktails overflowing with pride


Lonely Life

By Alyssa Rydell

How many times must we say goodbye?
Too many long and drawn out mornings without you.
After sunrise, I have no one to wake,
No one beside me,
No one to shake.
Hundreds of times we have had to say goodbye,
Too many long and boring days without you.


If I Were a Star

By Kelly Morillo

If I were a star
I would
touch the
evening sky.
If I were a star I would be brighter than the others.

If I were the moon
I would say good night to you when
you go to sleep at night.
If I were the moon I would shine brighter than the sun.


One

By Lauren Engelken

All I’ve ever wanted is independence from everyone and to live my own life. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never had that before living with a large family and controlling parents but it’s something I always long for.


Your Opposite Reactions are Far Beyond Attractive

By Becky Peda

Regretful murder suicides
Or better yet, just suicides.

Acting as if you knew all about it,
You’re helping a lot,
Really, you’re not.


Love

By Anna Jones

Built into the foundation
Of this very earth
Is a virtue,
More mysterious,
More powerful
Than life itself.


Ode to Bunny

By Angi Clem

O, furry friend with aerial ears
Short in memory, but long in years
You hop, you stretch, you yawn, you drink
But as I can guess, you do not think
What passes through your fuzzy head?
You eat, you run, you go to bed
What lessons do you possibly affect


Above

By Michele Ortiz

My life is trapped inside glass walls
I try hard to make them fall
But nothing can penetrate them
The only escape is around the rim
I’m stuck to the earth around me
Hoping one day to be free
I try to grow over the rim when it’s low


Light Up the Night

By Anonymous

Immovably unquiet and forever
Is the moon’s perch in the sky.
Sitting in a blanket of mismatched stars
Is the place children go for a sweet midnight dream.


Scared Loveless

By Zoë Christianson

I wish that I could speak my mind more easily.
I wish I didn’t fall in love so easily
and that it weren’t so obvious.


The Tale of the King of Thieves

By Mellissa Osborne

There is a world so different than ours
Where elves walk with man and have mystical powers
And in this world, on the streets of a small castletown
There you’d find the most honorable rogue around
It was home to the King of Thieves.


Stairwell

By Emmy Hartman

Alone,
I wait for
you.

I sit quietly
and picture
you,
wondering if
you will still
come.


Losing Lila

By Jessica Sutter

It looked a bit like Lila, but it wasn’t Lila. I don’t know why people say that when someone dies they look like they’re sleeping. Her skin was dull grey and colder than ice. Her long body lay limp and heavy on the stainless steel table. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled.


Quite simply, you are a parallel revolution

By Brooke Shippee

Life is a never-ending coil
With twists and turns
And you are the one thing that I did not count on.

You are the mistake in a waltz.

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Quiet Sighs

By Drew Wilson

Whenever I' m alone I miss you
Wish I took that chance to kiss you
I feel shattered and alone
like a dog thats lost his bone 
Remembering your laughing eyes
my life is filled with quiet sighs
Seasons may come and seasons may go


Angel

By Chris Padgett

Speak in your whispers, yet love me the same,
Wrap me in wings of comfort that tears can't absolve,
See through the struggles were new paths evolve,
your silence lies down beside me with only repetitive breath,
bask in the gentle touch of my fingers caress,


Necromancer: Confession

By Connor Rice

Rain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds.