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By Cailey Tin In high school, there is a list for everything &one is elected in all that theyappear like, based on criteriaelected by the elected, like scrollsof class officers, of people who areinto this & addicted to that, of kidswho are just there. The truth isit’s challenging to school a blankface. But it’s nearly … Continue reading In High School There Is a List for Everything

By Cailey Tin we’re made of what we eat. the lights / enchant souls that can observe & lay bare. they know you stomached invisible food. who else / can see through the hunger wondering why you’re still starving for attention. the greatest possession: when we own what we have the least of, it becomes … Continue reading What Halls of Dreams Light Up With

By Meadow Rie Before I had even known my name I knew this body was mine to fit into. I knew I wore this body like a child wears the necklace they received at their first birthday; a permanent fixture, the whale skeleton in the reception of the natural history museum, the instinctual reach for … Continue reading Mine

By Cailynn Culver Hands clasped tight,Palms sweaty,Legs burning. Eyes moist,Throat dry,And thoughts racing. We sing together,We pray together,And we eat together. When it’s all over,You leave that roomAnd ask one simple question, The question of a child,Who is simply curious. ‘Is God real?’ Their eyes glare,And their lips form something,That’s no longer a smile. Fear … Continue reading Pray

By Vicky Liu On the bus, I saw one of the Translink poetry entries on an ad slot. It was incredibly lazy. You could interchange 'bush meat' and 'powwows' for any other cultural buzzword and it's identity would still lay bare and skin deep. Canada will emphasize 'contemporary stories' and 'stories about hardships' like it'll … Continue reading Shades of Crimson

By Isabella Lagarto Oh, how your eyes glimmered in the sunWhat a beautiful glint in your eyes!How I wish you could stay. You serve me a meal with love,I desperately eat, down to every crumb,You sit across and watch me sayHow I wish you could stay! I’m growing older nowYou ensure that you remind me … Continue reading I Wish You Could Stay

By Maxon J. Owens I O Ísland, that land which brew’d me coolish and coldVapors by the Avens, Harebells, And the fresh’st spawnTo dine upon the same fresh, fragrance I dined on,Loudly th’church-bells rang, far louder than I was toldBy Norsemen, Gods and glaciers so extoll’dIn festivities they took up thralls with bronze and brawn,Rustic … Continue reading On The Time We Wéathered a Glacier

By Sophia Cvetkovic I was born with anger built in,red-faced and screamingas I left my mother’s womb.I never was able to breathe properly;the air tasted of a bitternessI couldn’t quite choke down. When you live in an angry house,you think the world is just as mean,just as sharp, only to find out it is you,just … Continue reading Dragon House

By Saoirse Palmer I was born a hungry child.The waters unbroken, drowning birthplaceleft only room foran open mouth thatmade no sound. Those whoare silent are truly the most hungry. I remember beingplated with a heavy chest(one fed with angel wings that stretched in and throughlike hands that were veins & theonly life source - the … Continue reading Flesh From The Womb Is The Holy Water

By Kaleigh Washburn I once told you that I could see the ocean through your eyes.And we don’t speak anymore,but the longing comes in waves.Tonight I’m standing on an empty beach.And I’m drowning in the memories of you.I’m learning how funny grief can be,how whole it can become.I am healing.But tonight,I’ve remembered everything.In times like … Continue reading On Nights Like These