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OUR Works
Patricia Gray
What the Cab Driver Said
By Patricia Gray / Poetry / In Ethiopia we have seen many eclipses. We just heat glass until it is smoked and look through it at...
Crystal Rivera
Sugar Bloom & Smudge
By Crystal Rivera / Poetry / What bloomed from grief came instinct, came wrath. The...
Xi Chen
John Ashbery’s Racist Poem
By Xi Chen / Poetry / There is nothing about John Ashbery’s racist poem sadder than the poem trying to cancel it by the student who...
Robin Greene
Truth
By Robin Greene / Poetry / Driving our ‘55 Chevy, my mom sings Sinatra while I sit beside to her, peering at Cunningham Park as...
Nik Chang Hoon 임창훈
도장
* A stone or wooden seal to sign one's name, used in Korea since the 2nd century B.C. By Nik Chang Hoon 임창훈 / Poetry /
Cortney Esco
Grocery List for Mom
By Cortney Esco / Poetry / We’re out of eggs, and while I've got you, I'm sorry about that time I made you cry in the kitchen....
Kimberly Ramos
On the Side of the Road, We Find the Perfect Dresser
By Kimberly Ramos / Poetry / because it’s Boston Christmas, the weekend in August when the last undergrads leave in mass exodus, ...
Sara Femenella
Never Again without a Sense of Déjà Vu
By Sara Femenella / Poetry / In an Uber through the valley of the blackest Birds, my mouth tastes like someone else’s ...
Jillian Stacia
Grammy Tea
By Jillian Stacia / Poetry / 1996, sleepovers at my grandmother’s house. My own room, a quilted bedspread. It was there I discovered the...
Richard Collins
Spitting Images
By Richard Collins / Poetry / But I am not a Buddhist—even that is denied me. My spirit needs matter—a medium—which resists the peaceful...
Mara Adamitz Scrupe
chuval
By Mara Adamitz Scrupe / Poetry / "On Wednesday, a Palestinian friend sent me a note of consolation. She ended it with the words 'only...
Jonathan Fletcher
He called you his muse
By Jonathan Fletcher / Poetry / it wasn’t poetic he was older it wasn’t right he was married words were misused he was our teacher we...
Leah Umansky
The Hours
By Leah Umansky / Poetry / In Only Murders in the Building, one character says to another, what would your last day on Earth be like? and...
Kai-Lilly Karpman
A Girl from my Hometown
By Kai-Lilly Karpman / Poetry / Slept with every boy that I could name, including all my boyfriends. Her name became a punchline in the...
K. Hari
After I give you the great American novel
By K. Hari / First Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry / at dawn on the balcony, clothesline strung up with birdsong before light and...
Molly Pershin Raynor
GONEWOMAN
By Molly Pershin Raynor / Second Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /
Lillian Emerick Valentine
Flood Elegy
By Lillian Emerick Valentine / Third Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry / My husband stands in army fatigues and ballet flats,...
Alyson Mosquera Dutemple
January Frieze
By Alyson Mosquera Dutemple / Poetry / There was music wailing from room 308 late on a Sunday night and your teeth were shiny straight...
Daniela Paraguya Sow
Romela, Romela
By Daniela Paraguya Sow / Poetry / Romela roams through Cebu City Library, sifting through shelves for me. Romela returns with the faded...
Sreekanth Kopuri
Ephemera
By Sreekanth Kopuri / Poetry / from Machilipatnam I sweep the yesterday's leaves and burn but a sense of its silence wisps out a scroll,...
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