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Long Hair by Eve Hastings

A little kid lay in bed, playing with the fringes of their blanket. First they looped the fabric around one finger, then pulled the end...

I'd Split an Orange With You by Sunny Basu

I’d split an orange with you. Everyone knows segmented fruits were made for two. How nice to eat as we wend Down scenic paths across the...

The Little Blue Book by Aleydis Barnes

Calla’s grandmother always brought flowers when she came to visit. When Calla was little and time flew from one adventure to the next,...

She Lounges by Isabel Ostheimer

She lounges on the chaise Legs dangling while my heart she is mangling Not of ill intent but of ignorance. A grape as purple as a bruise...

I Am an Escapist by Clara Baisinger-Rosen

I have a playlist on my Spotify. It’s filled with songs from the folksy banjos of the Secret Sisters to the dreamy, airlike voice of...

The Garden Gate by Isabel Ostheimer

Round and Round Panting. Their breaths mingling in the air Laughing. Heads tilted toward the sky Shouting and hollering At the top of...

Everything Has a Price by Sunny Basu

I went on down to the madwoman’s home ‘Cause I heard she had powerful brews I knocked hard on her hobbit-hole door And counted what I...

Rose Red Heart by Isabel Ostheimer

Flowers Mark the Grave The path is Narrow Overgrown Forgotten I trace the path that I’ve made in the grass From visits often and overdone...

Medusa and Perseus by Mary Rodriguez

The cave was dark and humid, smelling awful and suffocating me. The statues remained still, in the same places, moss continuing to track...

Petals Lead the Way by Isabel Ostheimer

The Petaled Path Pink blossoms scatter as the wind tosses them at my feet. More blossoms, orange blossoms, gold blossoms, many-colored...

carousel by Tara Davoodi

on a road on a ride on a carousel there lies a brown wooden rabbit which incidentally was the seat of a black man whose body was not...

Transforming by Clara Baisinger-Rosen

I’ve changed. I’ve grown taller, but my eyes seem to have shrunk. I’ve put more muscle on my arms, but my brain seems to be rusty. I’ve...

Strangers by Aleydis Barnes

The bus stop had seen plenty of visitors pass it by over its lifetime. Its iron-runged seats were rusted, russet brown bubbles cresting...

Fright by Isabel Ostheimer

1. Fright /frit/ noun A sudden intense feeling of fear. verb Frighten. -Oxford Languages 2. Fall was in the air. Walking around the...

america's backyard by Tara Davoodi

as i sit there, digging i can't help but think that all of this is futile. scooping out soil from the embalmed earth, planting rotten...

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