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I have washed my hands thirty-four times today but my hands are still stained with last January.
76 Days of Four Letter Words
because your kisses remind me of light plums and golden chains and full mugs of all our favorite caffeinated drinks and everytime i wake up in these panics i remember why i hate january
You Taste Like Verandas and Mid-Afternoon
Poetry by Bridget Gwyn. “I regret nothing, except your name. or lack thereof.”
“A Conversation Between Myself and the Ghosts of the Past”: A Poem on The History of LGBTQ+ Rights in the US
History repeats itself. Don’t you know? by Chloe Johnston.
“The Tea Tastes Different This Morning”- a Covid-19 Collaborative Poem
A month ago, we asked 50+ participants to create work relating to COVID-19 over the course of 24 hours, and then pulled our favourite lines from each one to form a collective experience through a single poem. Following the cycles of human nature and grief, this is a love letter to the people who helped create it.
shiny white teeth, hollowed out youth
like we are still small children, and freedom is the red frog we’ve been rolling around in our mouth instead of swallowing
At 18 my grandma was driving 5 minutes North to Michigan to get drunk (a poem)
I was born in an action age / At 18, I cannot imagine acting that way.