B.A. O'Connell

I saw the stone tumble away from the tomb—which is not to say I saw it in person—but I have imagined it many times over in a cold rush of desperation—could I be living again? 

B.A. O'Connell

Yesterday I saw an angel—she was wrapped up in a yellow cardigan—bright, striped

Elisha Oluyemi

i know a mother who peeks from the distance and / runs from her child

Delilah McCrea

in a hastily made whatsapp / group chat. / The message reads simply: / im so sry  

James Lilliefors

Hope sleeps like / a dangerous thought, / waiting for the day. / But there are things / you must go through first

Lachlan Chu

I smile for the camera, sure to look it in the eye, / to sit clockhand straight, to hold my breath. / I will be an American today.

Sarah B. Cahalan

Underwater, the milk you produce / is an oily suspension / You could marble paper with it

Nidhi Agrawal

On the riverfront steps / Cream of the lotus' top petals departed / Shapeless anatomy

Nidhi Agrawal

We are born with muscles and bones, / Padding the spaces between our spines

Ander Monson

Because we are made to be against--/ because we are so pitted, only in our opposition / can we find meaning.

Erin Jamieson

your words blister in my mouth / before sunrise, before my body wakes