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Sunset on 14th Street

Tue, 04/16/2019 - 3:42pm

Alex Dimitrov

I don’t want to sound unreasonable
but I need to be in love immediately.
I can’t watch this sunset
on 14th Street by myself.
Everyone is walking fast
right after therapy, texting back
their lovers orange hearts
and unicorns—it’s insane to me.
They’re missing this free sunset
willingly! Or even worse
they’re going home to cook
and read this sad poem online.
Let me tell you something,
people have quit smoking.

Beautiful Jakob Lays in His Beautiful Bed

Sun, 04/14/2019 - 10:35am

Jackson Holbert

Beautiful Jakob
            lays in
his beautiful
            bed. Above
the bed
            beautiful birds.
Jakob won’t
            sleep won’t sleep.
Thinks
            Jesus lord Jesus
those whole
            years I
had all
            the pills
I wanted.
            Thinks
     Jesus lord Jesus
            the trees
in me

The Flowers

Sat, 04/13/2019 - 10:26am

Julianne Neely

The flowers were assembled, beginning with their stems.
The flowers feared us, our longings, our appetite.
The flowers were made for the low in the lake.
Flowers whisked with force.
Flowers as cheap poetic device.
The flowers were sentimental.
The flowers saw other flowers and became inconsolable.
They measured their breath, almost audible.

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