Grief

O, Sadness Immaculate by Jay Hopler

Looking at them—; it's like bleeding. So I don't look at them.

10 hrs ago •

Every Morning by Mary Oliver

how sometimes the camera pauses while a family counts itself, and all of them are alive

Sep 16 •

Svetlana Litvinchuk

Black Stone on a White Stone by César Vallejo

I've turned back, with all of my road, to see myself alone.

Sep 12 •

Elegy on Toy Piano by Dean Young

there are many manuals but in all important ways one is on one's own.

Sep 7 •

speaking ill of depression by Anita Pajević

mornings have been pseudo-mornings since that morning

Aug 22 •

Assassinations by Léopold Sédar Senghor

The vast song of your blood will defeat machines and canons

Aug 19 •

‘unfit for human consumption’ by Isabella Borgeson

we heard the digging first / the familiar splash of rain and mud

Aug 18 •

Svetlana Litvinchuk

Origin Story: Triptych by Jenny Qi

In other words the past is a kind of infancy.

Aug 11 •

Svetlana Litvinchuk

Double Mastectomy by Alex Bortell

I am meant to stay in motion. Crude like a shark is perpetual.

Aug 7 •

Let Me Be a Boy, Not a Threat by Michael Emerald

Each morning, the mirror names me foreign.

Aug 2 •

Face Lost in the Wilderness by Fadwa Tuqan

Since when are apples bitter? When did moonlight stop bathing orchards?

Aug 1 •

for elizabeth, at the start of the end of the world by ethan s. evans

20% of the atlantic's plankton dissolving as i lay my hand across your shoulder.

Jul 30 •

Svetlana Litvinchuk

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