The Promised Land
“Late now and the ward has quieted / Still I can’t sleep this IV in my arm / the day stuck on my brow”
“Late now and the ward has quieted / Still I can’t sleep this IV in my arm / the day stuck on my brow”
“Today here in March, a new study revealed we’ve lost 22% of the butterflies on this planet. I mean, we are not separate from nature so it’s crucial as human beings that we are always noticing, always observing while we have butterflies around, for example. We have everything to lose if we forget.”
By Bella Zhou
“December’s flint and mudrust eats the shadows of long-maned mountains, lifting the latch of your body from its cheap blue seat.”
“Competition is ingrained in the literary ecosystem. So much of being an emerging poet feels competitive, like you’re competing against other voices to be seen and read… But that doesn’t have to be all there is to being a poet.”
“the wound across his back becomes / a mouth wide open, filled with blood, and me, / his child standing next to the body. / newly awakened”
By Eli Karren
“Our neighborhood drowns // in the violet hue of summer stolen, while evening arrives / like blueberries to concrete,”
“who am I to bring the world / into our bed? If the nest comes under attack, let me / lose a feather or two in defense of what I know is true:”
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