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By: Claire Kroening. She left peaches on park benches. Spun yarn into scarves, and hung them on the winter-frosted rails. Sweetness ached...

By: J.R. Harrington. A dead bird in the swimming pool filter. The screaming of its mother, birdsong, sirensong of the water. Calling out...

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By: Victoria Diaz. A modern poet once wrote “Our coming-of-age has come and gone. Suddenly the summer, it’s clear” about the clarity of...

By: Claire Kroening. Tangerine pulped her fingers, laced like vinegar on springwater. She dreamt of Icarus on rooftops torn. On...