Category: poetry
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“November”
Poem by Rylie Waterbury Art by Justin Bissonette January was a still month. I recall the smell of vodka sauce. The wind nips hard this time of winter. I hated February. I felt no love. At least it’s short. March was the devil on my shoulder. All was lost and…
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“The Burning Bud”
Poem by Randolph Trow Art by Lucas Eglin Spinoff of “The Burning Babe” by Robert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night, stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat, which made my head to grow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was…
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“Fall (Off My Bike)”
Poem by Carsen Suh Art by Hadrian OGarro The messenger’s breath stung, he arrived without warning. No, he is the warning. Dry ice, crushed leaves but I know not to kill him. It’s warm! Actually– Yeah, balmy out today. I took a cold shower and I haven’t had coffee…
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The Coal Mine of Love
Written by Audrey Orenstein Art by Justin Bissonette Follow me, come along to the Coal Mine of Love Where we’ll kiss and discuss how we feel Where we’ll get zero light from the sun up above And the dangers we’ll face will be real You can sit by my side…
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We’re Just Friends
Written by Aeowynn Ayres Art by Simone Lerner He’s not my boyfriend but he hurts my feelings like he is. He calls me pretty and then he won’t speak to me for hours I’ll just send him a picture of my body so he likes me again He’s not my…
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Deep Plunge
Poem by Simone Lerner Art by Lillian Anderson My hull hits the hibernal sea I allow the familiar lull and push to take control Steel shackles of guilt and shame plunge me towards the floor Tendrils of eelgrass grab my ankles, pulling me further into the pain My body aches…
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Weed Before Xmas
Poem by Randolph Trow Art by Lucas Eglin T’was the Night before Weed Day, when all through the house No creatures were stirring, not even a mouse; Their buds hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug…
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A Note to You
Poem by Aeowynn Ayres Art by Alisa Kokorovic I look at photos of myself from the period that I knew you, and I am glad. Glad that the storms you were battling no longer endanger my harbor, pulling me down below the surface, drowning me. I am glad that the…
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Caffeinated
Poem by Madeline Minks Art by Lucas Eglin busy bees buzz in my gut bucking, up, buckle up, buttercup. but, it’s not enough if you bit off the brush. buzzing gut hums barely too much. bigger belly, bigger bones. i hone in on the marrow. barrels of bodies in my…
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