Jonathan Van De Loo Here the sun reaches out its tendrils To catch the ice which hangs, off of tree line And roof above, as though a tear. Fragments are cradled with orange-amber light. Direct eye contact would not be recommended. More thorough attention should be paid in observation of Effects on the world around.… Read More The Last Sunset in Albany

Nathan Omprasadham I stepped carefully over a trail of ants, softly so as to not disturb their labor, feeling the red dust of unpaved paths kick up nonetheless underfoot The shadows sway lazily under thick sunlight, air still clinging to yesterday’s rain as reflections glint off ponds dug for those who saw sanctified, cyclical truth… Read More Recclamative

Nia My apus made me from the stars and the earth. I am the daughter of the mountains, the rivers, and the trees. I was raised in harmony painted with soil and full of life, shining like my mother’s corn, resilient like my father’s crops. I was raised in a community of peach, orange and… Read More Genealogy

April Li we are walking down húnán road together on a random saturday in july     the plane trees above us drip rain and unspoken affirmations     i am thinking about water and how this city is obsessed with it     is composed of it: húnán 湖南 “south of the lake” pǔdōng 浦东 “east of… Read More corpus callosum

Charlotte M Can the earth itself hold memory? The forest planted to conceal Sobibor extermination camp. The roots of this forest run deeper than most, They stretch back not only through time, But in hate and in death and in bloodshed A forest was born from a crime. This crime was itself a collection, An… Read More The Roots of a Forest

Nick Corvino My hands are leaves that became hands. I’ve had rain pass through them. Between my linen sleeves to dry like roasted stones. ++++++Maybe I remember, burrowed in the prurience of our dark mountainous flame,   She had thawed the frosted embers of my sleep and carved my soul to fleshy thumbs. It was… Read More In Death Valley

Ahlaam Moledina At the day’s blunt edge I finally finish replanting the seeds you took from the soil and cracked open with your cracked teeth lost to that bloody trench in your abdomen and reaching into it I curled my hand around each seed like a surly child and while you slept I returned them… Read More Sunflower Seeds

Elena Andrews There is a pang of inescapable fear As I look across the open plains rolling away from me, Far as the eye can almost see, A greyness settling heavy above. It’s a sad fear, a lonely fear, One that doesn’t grip but sits low in my belly because I’m a child again, In… Read More Open Plains

Elena Andrews How beautiful it is that one Little thing, A drop of color that spreads in Nature’s own perfect way, Can change everything. I step outside and blue upon Blue upon Blue comes Crashing down on me and I want to be untangled suddenly to Roam the wild reaches, Fingers tracing patterns through the… Read More Nature’s Own Perfect Way

Chloe Chow you’re chewing holes in your lip folded up tight and clean ++++++arcing and trembling ++++++i can hear you praying from here. jesus, you’re loud. ++++++i don’t think that’ll get you far damnation is an ugly word ++++++smudged near the edges +++++++++++round and full baby, i’ll make it feel like something else. he’ll take… Read More mercy