Spring 2025

Bridge: 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,

Read: overdose II

by Hailey Dorritie

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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

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See: Vision

 

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