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Our fourth annual High School Poetry and Prose Contest is now accepting submissions! Learn more about it here!
love story in five acts
Jen Hallaman
when you’re twenty-two
& dying
to hide
the weight of life’s
weightlessness
beneath the table:
our knees’ first kiss
Paradise
Esteban Rodriguez
The sharp and salt-
scented waves are glazed like a sheet
of wrinkled cellophane, like endless
bubble wrap popping softly on the shore.
Something wicked, this way goes
Vaishnavi Pusapati
Touched by grief,
besmudged, wrapped
and ribboned.
Crawling Beast
Juno Wolfe
It was then that Mary Fisher looked for the first time upon The Body.
They got all sorts out behind the Fisher house—vagrants and peddlers camping out on their way to Jackson. Mary would snicker as she watched them struggle to find a solid patch of wetland, but once they started a fire she would head out with an apron full of Mama's snap peas and conversation.