Poetry

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The Cathedral is Burning

By Grace Shelton

J'ai passé toute la nuit à Paris

beneath the flickering streetlights and rainwater

where the champagne popped and splattered

and the Sacrament always ended in kneeling.

I lost myself again - a poem in four remembrances

By Jack Snyder

1. Darling, / darling, / do you not know the vibrato / of late-night jazz? / The swing and drive / brassy, / heady, / bursting?

to forgive design

By Jack Snyder

Queerness as a personal failure starts out with deep roots, hidden beneath good, black earth. With something you don't realize is around until you dig it up.

chrysalis

By Anastasia Farley

two old sisters on a glimmer train

let’s make sure to see them off

and i will give them a message

to send all my ghostly brothers and sisters

Scabs

By Hannah Mackey

i pick my skin in hopes that something comprehensible hides underneath it,

that maybe the blood oozing out from the open orifice will spell out a truth that

pieces of god-forsaken gravity

By Hannah Mackey

he walked on water and he didn’t believe

so he sank with ankle weights strapped around his bones

and an anchor coiled around his neck

            he suffocated before he drowned

Cold Feet

By Emily Criswell

when you lie under the stars

you know she doesn’t love you,

not forever and always anymore –

The Opposite of Ichor

By Amy Jarvis

in August i taste like salt. my tongue sticks

out of my mouth like points on a compass, a

slotted spoon of metal blue…

Crane Girl Cleans Her Own Skeleton

By Amy Jarvis

in the last epoch I could have been

the girl underwater, the one who drowned

when she decided her lungs could not longer

keep her afloat…

I’ve always thought of my body as/I’ve never thought of my body as:

By Jordyn Taylor

1. A shape shifter.

I am loved and threatened,

predator and prey

Kintsugi

By Russ-Ahna Davenport

so i guess i need people to hurt me then

i worry

they pry open my body and torture

Sundays

By Victoria DiMartino

On Sunday mornings, you and I would peel oranges

for breakfast and sit quietly at the kitchen table, the world melting

away…

Vase

By Emily Hizny

Copper sunsets

and skies of iridescent aqua

paint the air before her eyes

as she holds the crystalline curvatures together: