14 hours away

Photo by Lianelys Cabrera By Angie Shenouda in a little while, the trees around you will turn golden. rain will kiss the ground outside & you’ll study inside your apartment, hot chocolate on your tongue. and i’ll be in my hometown, a place i’ve never lived before, underneath the sun. my knuckles will smile as…… Continue reading 14 hours away

Awaiting August

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Awaiting August, it’s like I’ve woken from a hundred-year-long springtime sickness. Late winter has never been easy for me— days worth of steel skies, cold winds sweeping flat fields of cracked, brittle cornstalks, brass puddles in the field behind my yard, last summer’s crushed, damp weeds stuck to…… Continue reading Awaiting August


Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito After Victoria Chang Memory—was born on December 4th and died the following day of stress or maybe neglect, whichever is easier to swallow when the mature eldest AFAB affliction sinks her polished crooked teeth into glossy tomatoes your grandparent—I can’t remember which one—gave you on a mountain across…… Continue reading Memory


Photo by Clarissa Cervantes By Clarissa Cervantes Forever, you will be in my heartForever, you will be in my thoughtsForever, you will be my great friend Forever, I will cherish you…Forever, I will think of you…Forever, I will reach out to you… Life goes on…Whether we choose to move forward and explore the world,Or stay…… Continue reading Forever


Photo by Hannah Blair By Jennifer Prewitt It’s been, what? Five months? And the time before that, even longer. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. The city is big. Loud. The people are nice. Kind of like you. They’re loud, too. Just like their home. It feels small, sometimes. Four days…… Continue reading Waverly

i moved

Photo by Mo Noel By Mo Noel Late nights by the lake didn’t feel the same. I could still see your reflection shimmer in the water. And I couldn’t help but wish you were here. You’re off to better things, but you made this big, little city feel like home.  I replayed the memories, trying…… Continue reading i moved

Friends to Lovers… and Back to Friends?

Photo by Cecilia Kegler By Cecilia Kegler When things ended,You said you still wanted to be friends.People always say that when they end things,But this felt different, I think you meant it.We were friends for a while before we dated,And we didn’t date for very long,So maybe it is possible. But my mind can’t help…… Continue reading Friends to Lovers… and Back to Friends?

blankets r 4

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Ryland McGinniss i remember when your hyper-masculine cold shouldersused to be warmlove turned to hate in a matter of daysit may be weird but i’m glad our eternity went to wastethought it needed recyclingbut my head mislabeled the binsbroken bottles and texts with modelscigarette butts and all the lapses of…… Continue reading blankets r 4


Photo by Rosie Lopolito By Rosie Lopolito back when i used to play house,there were two little girls—one charading a broad-shoulderedCEO in a polka-dotted skirtand the other arranging plasticfood and flowers on a squat blue table.they’d glow as they talkedabout the kids they don’t have. back before even then, a child with pigtailswould make soup…… Continue reading garlic