Braving the Wilderness, by Leslie Sittner
We drive through the parking area and continue down to the pond. There’s not another soul anywhere to be seen or heard.
Phases of Reparations, by Alissia J.R. Lingaur
Another week had passed since her hair progressed from green to blue to indigo, and she was sent home to await violet, the final shade.
Vision, by Kayla Johnson
But as I look around at everyone in my house, I realize we all look the same.
Engraved, by Toti O’Brien
There are days when I can’t look at death in the face. Today was one of those and I didn’t know
Playing Augmented Reality Games on the Eve of a Mass-Extinction, by Storey Clayton
I was fascinated by this commitment to preferring a mixed virtual world to the real one, but perhaps I ought withhold judgment till I go a full day without playing Wizards Unite.
Three Poems, by Cameron Morse
I draw in / close enough to hear the crackle / of snowmelt. Ice unclenches its fist.
Holding Both, by Patty Somlo
Having relocated to countless places in my life, all but one of which I had never seen before moving there, I became adept at finding my way to and from wherever I needed to go.
Song of Polymers, by Paul Cunningham
How to talk about a copper sky?
Texas Dirt, by Lawrence Wilson
The car seemed cool until / You didn’t want to be seen in it
Two Poems, by Lauren Scharhag
I understand this, how all artists / are essentially magpies at heart, / gathering shiny things and squirreling them away