By Natalie Edmond
The dime, cold and metallic, melts onto her tastebuds. As she swallows the flat cent down her throat, her thoughts dim and her breaths slow
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Mutilated Wings
By Laura Tobón
A paralyzed woman, a lover of books, who had sewn her mouth shut so she would not utter a single word. Her mother tongue had decayed, and worms had begun to escape through the holes of her torn skin.
Tacos
By Natalie Edmond
Tacos race across my mind
An aphrodisiac I hold onto
That mirrors the desire that aches for you
Easter in Ohio
By Annalee Hardison
No amount of my grandmother’s exceptionally yummy mac and cheese will be enough to cancel out the impending terror that awaits me at the kid’s table.
To the Black Girl Who Breathes Fire
By Natalie Edmond
all the wounds hidden within your heart.
for the younger version of you that never felt seen
Six Craftsman Athletes
By Deter Feliz
She waited until that final piece was laid down to call ICE.
On websites and where ever you get your news they will call these men
Saying “the six illegal aliens were arrested”
The Myth of Self Love
By Natalie Edmond
Self love is a lobotomy
Self love is gospel
Six Senses?
By Kiera Dennis-Espinal
You smack your lips and taste your own saliva. It probably tastes like nothing but blood from your fingers. What did you eat today? You bring your finger back to your mouth to try to sneak your finger under the nail
My Sanctuary
By Lianna Bonilla
The people here come and go every day. The plants die and grow back. Time continues and change is inevitable, but memories are always present. It was time for me to go home.
My Poem
By Lejla Krasnic
And why is it not me instead, why him,
Mother always said I was the brave one
He’s too soft, truly his mother’s son
Interview with Annalee Hardison
Interview by Laura Tobón
I think it was part of her generation and upbringing that mothers were expected to put others’ needs ahead of her own, and that makes me unbelievably sad for her.
