P O E T R Y
MAN I LOVE RANCH!
“I would bury myself in the cold white soil // Until I was solidified in my cold white dress.”
rhegan stallworth
All-American Idolatry
“I’ve counted fireflies like lines on my fingers, waded in the marsh, sat below the dogwood ”
kyra Ezikeuzor
Looking for Myself in the Humid, Sagging Woods of South Carolina
“between // each green jewel. I find myself // forgetting & obsessing & forgetting again. ”
Gus Messinides
as the days shorten
“thrash on wheatgrass / glassy eyed / in longing / the sun spins double / helixes”
rebecca yang
This Is Not A New Story
“feels the gold’s weight // the cold creeping down his hand. // Poor wife, he thinks, poor, poor wife.”
patrick keedy brown
sixteen
“such // pursuits aren’t fit for this lineage or // genetic code, whatever. hey! || i // heard you the first time // can you let me breathe now?”
aisha weththasingha