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By Evelyn Kent  You told me you’d always be there for me, so where are you now? When I’m lost in the darkness, missing your smile full of sunshine. When I’m stuck in the hamster wheel of life, unable to stop running in fear, my feet will fall behind me, and I’ll faceplant. You were my brakes. You were my rock, solid and heavy. Solid and heavy. So how…

By Bailey Cardoza Ceridwen’s mind swam with thoughts of spring. She pictured the haven of sweetgrass at the edge of her village swaying gently under the caress of a balmy breeze, and how it would feel to run her fingers across the tops. She focused on waking to the warmth of morning sunlight on her…

by Elora Sinéad Bentcik ghost of my former self left many things behind:graphite scrapes, smudged through crumpled papercherry stained lips and hair pinned to my femininitywings of charcoal lined my eyes with precisionwine-tinged 90’s homunculus that carried me to collegelittered with a fear of being alone and a discoball of cds some things from the…

Addey Christmann Belly heavy, thick with emotionWhat was once thin, dainty and freeNow contains life, hidden behind muscle and shifting skinPain rips throughDancing and swayingUntil nothing but silence fills the airHolding its breath for the screaming tobegin

Josie Price   First: lost that tender living timbre–my brother’s tenor registersinging Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat,lost his darling face wearing such coy joy to knowhow happy my heart was to hear againhis perfect pitch then and there, walking on the stumblingrambling cobblestone veining through the century-old cemetery, our twin-long wings–wingspans intertwined to save us…

Hope Cox  I call for your help as I sail these lonely seas,but you don’t hear my drowning yelps.Shall I scream louder? The salty seawater swallowsmy voice as I muster the courage –to yell for help, but to no avail. My efforts sail away in vain.The pain -bubbling within my choked pleas – istoo much…

Faith Way Rise and fall. Vines that crawlbeckon the walls, Come closer. Crystal flowers that sprout out of the mouth of a once vile creature. Conch shell calls, a message from god. Someone you once remembered. The smell of paint, and citrus perfume of your mother.  … Mask and chain, a violent refrain. Wayward winds which haunt the willows. Cascading lullsand forceful pulls. Calls from the past and echoing laughs. Carnelian stones, laced and composed. A performative response, lies on the cross, mythological heroes. A tale, a scale, a…

Hope Cox  Warm breeze lingers on long September days   as children frolic upon playgrounds  School bells ring out, signaling the end  students saunter home  Drawn-out days of summer seep into plunging  dark skies with prolonged nights   Sudden chills creep up the spines,   ushering in swift forthcoming winds of autumn     Gradients of lush, cozy hues slowly spread across the green leaves  like dancing flames in a vintage fireplace   Warm golden yellows deepen into…