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
Tundra, by FJP Langheim
Here at night / I sleep with you / inside ice houses
Five Poems, by Hannah Emerson
From deep down to high up go inward / for light. Keep drowning keep / growing keep listening