Spring 2025
by Stuti Jain
crocus, my dear
crocus. my beautiful crocus. soft
white blooms, innocent
as wedding bells,
Read: crocus
by Hallie Fogarty
I will eat slices of pineapple until they start to bite back, then keep eating because
the juice is just too sweet. I will run up my credit card bill. I will go out to eat.
I will make friends, kiss friends, keep friend groups together.
Read: I will enjoy this life
by Stuti Jain
your apologies bleed out of your mouth; blood bubbles up and foams at your lips.
your limbs twisted like a blue braid, like a fallen bird, broken with memories of
when she was alive. the pills spilled on the ground like confetti. i am an ink-stain,
by Hailey Dorritie
See: Pug in Pointillism
by Memona Emman
I died. My soul hanged there,
fading into nothingness.
I remember—I was here once,
brittle and pale.
Do not give me reminders
of the in-between;
let it rest.
Read: Ode to the Thief of Ink
by Sarah Watkins
Breakfast in the morning in silence
Nourishment for your needing body
The roughness of your nose—
You breathe in and out far more clearly than the night before
Read: Resolution
by Memona Emman
I must never lose myself.
Only my heart belongs to me.
I exchanged my soul for love.
Now, the keeper of my soul
is its protector, giver, and nourisher.
But keepers don’t always take care
of what they have.
Read: The Keeper of My Soul
by Stuti Jain
See: Vision