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OUR Works
Kimberly Ramos
On the Side of the Road, We Find the Perfect Dresser
By Kimberly Ramos / Poetry / because it’s Boston Christmas, the weekend in August when the last undergrads leave in mass exodus, ...
Sara Femenella
Never Again without a Sense of Déjà Vu
By Sara Femenella / Poetry / In an Uber through the valley of the blackest Birds, my mouth tastes like someone else’s ...
Jillian Stacia
Grammy Tea
By Jillian Stacia / Poetry / 1996, sleepovers at my grandmother’s house. My own room, a quilted bedspread. It was there I discovered the...
Richard Collins
Spitting Images
By Richard Collins / Poetry / But I am not a Buddhist—even that is denied me. My spirit needs matter—a medium—which resists the peaceful...
Mara Adamitz Scrupe
chuval
By Mara Adamitz Scrupe / Poetry / "On Wednesday, a Palestinian friend sent me a note of consolation. She ended it with the words 'only...
Jonathan Fletcher
He called you his muse
By Jonathan Fletcher / Poetry / it wasn’t poetic he was older it wasn’t right he was married words were misused he was our teacher we...
Leah Umansky
The Hours
By Leah Umansky / Poetry / In Only Murders in the Building, one character says to another, what would your last day on Earth be like? and...
Kai-Lilly Karpman
A Girl from my Hometown
By Kai-Lilly Karpman / Poetry / Slept with every boy that I could name, including all my boyfriends. Her name became a punchline in the...
K. Hari
After I give you the great American novel
By K. Hari / First Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry / at dawn on the balcony, clothesline strung up with birdsong before light and...
Molly Pershin Raynor
GONEWOMAN
By Molly Pershin Raynor / Second Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /
Lillian Emerick Valentine
Flood Elegy
By Lillian Emerick Valentine / Third Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry / My husband stands in army fatigues and ballet flats,...
Alyson Mosquera Dutemple
January Frieze
By Alyson Mosquera Dutemple / Poetry / There was music wailing from room 308 late on a Sunday night and your teeth were shiny straight...
Daniela Paraguya Sow
Romela, Romela
By Daniela Paraguya Sow / Poetry / Romela roams through Cebu City Library, sifting through shelves for me. Romela returns with the faded...
Sreekanth Kopuri
Ephemera
By Sreekanth Kopuri / Poetry / from Machilipatnam I sweep the yesterday's leaves and burn but a sense of its silence wisps out a scroll,...
Mary Angelino
Married Men of Classic Film
By Mary Angelino / Poetry / Opening shot: the ingénue notices how they appreciate beauty— the high-backed chair at the office, leather...
Jeddie Sophronius
Certificate of Citizenship
By Jeddie Sophronius / Poetry / My mother delivered me to this land, her ancestral tears washed me clean after my first cry. I am the son...
Tristan Joseph Espinoza
Dallas Is Boring
By Tristan Joseph Espinoza / Poetry / Dallas is boring these days, the endless suburban outlook, that stuck look on her face, I just keep...
Chris Barton
ouroboros as a treat
By Chris Barton / Poetry / On Rockaway Beach, they eat blood orange cake and suffer fashionably. How much sleep to devour one murked...
Sherry Shahan
SAD (Seasonal Affect Disorder)
By Sherry Shahan / Poetry / the calendar’s voice is dark / even brine salt is gray / an endless hourglass / gray goes black / it...
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