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By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Your arm was twisted, bone exposed
face past point of wet stained,
fledgling fell there
By Joselia Rebekah Hughes
Black able rack able
hack able tack able
lack able slack able
By Liv Mammone
The train is a creature that moves like water.
It has no eyes, only a sharp
mouth that closes on those too slow.
By Eli Clare
By Liza Sparks
When a ponderosa pine
is over one hundred—
it sheds a layer of bark.
By Travis Chi Wing Lau
I shrug off my messenger onto the floor and forget to kiss you when I walk through the door.
By Lip Manegio
the trees were dying again. i had been spending
more time on the porch than usual, letting
the early november freeze get the better
By Aideed Medina
De piedra, sangre.
I make my own heaven. I drag it out of the streets, and inhospitable terrains. I mixed "tabique", brick, mortar with my hands, kneading,
I need, to make my own heaven
By Jessica (Tyner) Mehta
Conductor drives us, the cow-
catcher barreling straight into the teeth
of Memory’s harshest winter.
By Kateema Lee
She grew up hearing about girls
who never made it to womanhood, girls
whose names wore away with each decade