You once walked around for two weeks with a broken hand calling it a sprain, before I could convince you to go to the campus …
The door opens. The temperature drops. by Emma Bovill
after Bon Iver You hold a book in your hands: oven-baked pages. home-stitched spine. handwritten print. You daft songbird, if you didn’t know a sharp …
Body Comparison by Shelbie Warner
I compare your freckles to galaxies and your eyes to pools of sapphire. I compare the dips between your ribs and hip bones to the …
On the Queensboro Bridge by Kait Burrier
Long Island City isn’t really in Long Island and the East River is technically a tidal strait and our date was actually more of …
Fiona Apple’s Parting Advice for Every ‘I Know I Said Forever, But—’ by SaraEve
She is teaching me to play the piano, says this is the last thing she has for me. But I am all left handed, emotional, banging …
Weatherman by Indya Shaw
In 20 years, I won’t remember the lady that sold me my favourite magazine and called me babe. How it uplifted me briefly, and I …
You Don’t Need a Man to Feel Worthwhile and Beautiful
Dear You, . You are about to start high school, and I can see how lost you feel. You walk into the school and are …
The Opposite of Ending by Arielle Trager
As each day stretched me further from the first, I began to think that you never really fall out of love. I began to think …
Another Vagabond Lost to Love by Charlotte Eriksson
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it is now. Blurred …