Sarah Burke
The poem can’t decide
between a podcast and a guided meditation,
so the poem listens to the wind, the ice
letting go of the branches.
Louie Leyson
Nobody tells you adoration is asphalt
paving a road towards the future. Or at least
towards imagining it.
Lane Devers
Do you want to fight? You better bring a gun to this verbal altercation. I won’t listen without force.
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Elena Zhang
not to freeze your mothers of course, but to keep them cold
enough to preserve love your whole life
Eric Roy
So, we yell, we cry, we fly, we roll
our eyes at late roller skate romances
& calmly tell heaven to go to hell. Well.