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Day 18 by Zee Zalinski

Day 18 they tell me that the african violet is a notioriously tricky plant to nurture her leaves will rot if exposed to water she is...

I Dream of Crowds, Now by Hayli McClain

I Dream of Crowds, Now Crowds of unfamiliar faces packed around me in public areas, close enough that the compounding heat of our bodies...

Two Poems by Nala Washington

Things I’d Like but Can’t Have (Day 11) After Alejandra De La Cruz To touch you infinity -But you are too far at the moment. For the...

Behind Quarantine Doors by James Irving

Behind Quarantine Doors As I stare out of boarded-up window holes, contemplating from my quarantined berth, I fantasise the interactions...

et in arcadia ego by Jacob Dimpsey

et in arcadia ego i mourn spring in arcadia as if it has already withered away to winter, though the cherry blossoms have yet to unfurl...

Our Family Is Beautiful by Jena Lui

Our Family Is Beautiful Our family is beautiful I am not talking about Our straight, black hair Our delicate, determined facade Our...

If We All... At Least by N.J. Saroff

If We All... At Least If we all die tomorrow At least we got to hear that song One last time And cry about the rhymes If we all die...

Three Poems by Alexander Morgan

Real Hoax 275,130 cases confirmed 11,376 deaths. 0 according to the spin machines And those above. “A lie,” they cry, citing conspiracy...

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