My Field, by Maya Antebi
I run through my field— Weeds longer than my Eyes can see above— Hiding the Path in which Life wants me to take— Hale—rooted in its Dream...
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Journey’s end, by Matan Sandhaus
Taking its first breath it opened its eyes Little it knew it’ll reach its demise From small to big its changing size With no vocal cords...
Asian Culture Club, by Natalie Choi
Being the only Christian, Asian girl at a Jewish high school has broadened my definition of a community. Not only was there very little...
Finding, Falling, by Anne Friedman
4 Petals We have lost so many. Petals, not people. Time, not friends. But it is all the same. They are the same. Time continues ticking,...
I Am Generation Lockdown, by Henry Shane
Every day Every week Every month Every year Every life. Every day over 100 Americans are shot and killed. 100 Americans. What does that...
An Irreversible Los, by anonymous
Her stained-red legs shake beneath the shredded cloth Her crippled heart beats tenderly beneath torn skin Her sparkling eyes glaze over...
To the Ocean, by Annonymous
A smile, an open door, and a joke He greeted her with the unknown, But he swore that he hated mysteries. He kept one hand on the wheel,...
Jour·ney, by Noga Rafalin
Jour·ney -noun “an act of traveling from one place to another.” People always say; “it’s about the journey,” “Not the destination.” But...
A Burst, by Lily Guggenheim
A burst of sound is placed in my right ear, then my left. It’s soft at first then it suddenly begins to grow. It’s just loud enough to...
Untitled, By Rebecca Avrutin
I started on my path A long journey to map I wasn’t sure where I was going My mind cannot decide America: the country of opportunity...
Florida to California/California to Florida, by Caroline Bell
Florida to California California to Florida Where my home and heart reside My blood lies in Florida My life lies in California Flew...
A Star in Every Sky, by Chloe Zeldin
February 26th. It was that kind of day where the air is cold, in a way that kind of bites. It bothered him. He doesn’t like the cold. He...
Untitled, by Omar Lukatz
The cold wind brushing against my revealed arms. My black jeans block the chilly air from my legs, But some still manages to slip through...
the bluest winter, by charlie single
our house is old cold and green my mother’s voice drones on she is not talking to me my sister comes in her eyes are full of sorrow she...
Painted, by Georgina Stewart
Carved cheeks, perfect lips Bottles of perfume and pills. Scrap the very being and lick The last ounces of my awareness. Flashed adverts,...
Idiosyncrasies, by Avery Krantz-Fire
I run my hands over and over The well-tread comfort of Lines breaks in the wrong places I’m on the wrong wavelength Missing what is not...
Running from Time, by Maya Churi
I am running through the centuries. My breath sinks into tomorrow. I trip and fall into the Renaissance. My scraped knee bleeds onto...
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