On my wrist
is a bracelet
Of the deepest shade of red
Fluid and straight
It stains my skin
And cuts deep into my flesh
Handcrafted with loneliness
And embellished with hate
It glimmers in the darkness
And is masked in the day
A gift
Sent from the boy
Who made my sheets reek
Of black love ...
On Your Wrist
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On my wrist
is a bracelet
Of the deepest shade of red
Fluid and straight
It stains my skin
And cuts deep into my flesh
Handcrafted with loneliness
And embellished with hate
It glimmers in the darkness
And is masked in the day
A gift
Sent from the boy
Who made my sheets reek
Of black love ...
On Your Wrist
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The Contents of a cabinet
Renee Ferguson
Someone I love so much keeps me up at night. With the banging of cupboards and drawers and the opening and closing of the fridge, with quiet footsteps on carpeted stairs and the sharp squeak of the third stair from the bottom floor. I heard her last Thursday and then I slept out on Saturday but she’s fumbled down the stairs every night this week, too petrified to turn on a light. ..
The Contents of a cabinet
Renee Ferguson
Someone I love so much keeps me up at night. With the banging of cupboards and drawers and the opening and closing of the fridge, with quiet footsteps on carpeted stairs and the sharp squeak of the third stair from the bottom floor. I heard her last Thursday and then I slept out on Saturday but she’s fumbled down the stairs every night this week, too petrified to turn on a light. ..
Grey Bird
A.W. Lion-Cleaver
The grey bird beckons me to join him
Follow me! he says
Follow me!
A nest sprinkled with
Crumbles of ash
Built upon marlboro sticks
and poisonous leaves
Follow me!
Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey
Feathers with knotted ends
Dipped in black
Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough
Follow me!
Grey Bird
A.W. Lion-Cleaver
The grey bird beckons me to join him
Follow me! he says
Follow me!
A nest sprinkled with
Crumbles of ash
Built upon marlboro sticks
and poisonous leaves
Follow me!
Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey
Feathers with knotted ends
Dipped in black
Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough
Follow me!

AERIAL EDITION 6
AERIAL EDITION 6
AERIAL EDITION 6










Home
Anonymous
You come home to familiarity everyday and you know
it like the constellations in the stars.
You have memorized the rhythm and can match the heartbeat
of those around you.
Everyday there is no change, routine
celitified into a safe promise -
The same promise the sun makes when it sets,
to return again and again.
How can you break this, you wonder
how can you get out, how can you change?
Tired of the same way you trudge up those steps
and walk in the door,
Hoping for a move or just a
shift in how it all unfolds.
Brand-new is forign and you want to go
explore that place
Just the same way that you explored this one.

Sofia Bobroff

Family Time
Helena Curry

Isabella Griepp

Carlyn Cunningham
Beauty Reborn (Ode to Songbirds)
Anna Rewick
I heard them sing a song tonight
In the garden right outside.
Where all the flowers bloom and grow
And the birdies need not hide.
For four years now we’ve stayed indoors
While the songbirds play their tune.
And when I look to see outside
I can almost spot the moon.
And the water, too, is safer now,
More blue than years before.
And truthfully we know it’s since
We’ve stayed behind our doors.
So when we get to leave our homes
I hope that I can play
In the garden where the songbirds sing
And forever we can stay.

Natalie Cohen

Skye Zweben
The Duality of the Past and the Present
Stasia Winslow

To Swim or to Drown
Natalia Castillo
Two lives, co-existing in parallel harmony: my barely two-minute old life and my past’s 2 billion year one. On the twenty-second Monday of the year two thousand-and-three, a little pink baby arrived into this world, to two loving parents. The second George Bush was president on that fateful June second. It was a Monday, the second day of the week. The temperature in Pakistan and India had risen to a record-breaking one hundred and twenty-two degrees Fahrenheit, and far far away, my mother was feeling the heat in my parents’ simple two-room apartment. Once she started to have contractions, my father rushed her to the hospital twenty-two miles away. However, they wouldn’t admit her until she was two-centimeters dilated. Twenty-two hours later, I was born.

Painting America
Sylvia Jacoby

Don't Trip
Natalia Castillo
Falling
Alexandra Lenzo
pick me apart
to crippling dust
rip me apart
to fables of lust
my heart melts into the noisy abyss
as my eyes sink into the crazy bliss
i'm falling into the darkness, the fallacy of life
i let go from my rope connected to the misconception of strife
sculpting new curves
shaping unknown worlds
spitting the fatal reminder
paper mache over my loss
leaving the darkness to unravel the cost
feelings crash like waves of penetrating deception
words crush and damage the heavenly exception
perception loses fire
as they try to grapple their true desire
tears bless the hollow air
till their symphony of life ceases to bare
my mind grows tired
as the rope is tied tighter
nerves dance through the jagged intersection
and my breath swerves through their affection
sorrow finds emotions
credibility defines their notions
struggles divide the masquerading oceans
they control that conviction
permission turns into my submission
they slice through their addiction
we fall into affliction
Excerpts from "Me and My Sun-Drenched Rain-Worn Life"
Maddie Lowe
These past years, I have been too afraid to do the wrong thing or take responsibility for
my actions because of how it will reflect on me. You get what you give. If I give love to others
around me and my passions, they will give some back. With each drop of love, my soul will
slowly fill and that is fulfillment. Maybe I am not looking for happiness, but fulfillment.
Happiness does not reflect the hardship, work and character that it goes into meaningful
relationships and experiences. Yes, I think that is it. I will live with fulfillment in mind instead of
being distracted by happiness’ beguiling song. Okay, I am going to the hospital to bring Olivia
her favorite ice cream, Maple Fudge Swirl. I hope she is feeling better.
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Phase Two: Beware
Audrey Dickinson
Miel
Sophia Milan-Howells
Manon’s eyes fluttered open, slowly trying to focus on the oak planks that composed the ceiling of the bedroom that her aunt had “generously” given to her. As she sat up, she felt the warm tears that had pooled in her eyes trickling down her cheeks. She took a match from her box of miscellanies and lit the stubby wax candle that rested on her bedside table. The flame chased away the darkness that hid her button nose. Manon was not known for her looks. The beauty of her curly black hair rivaled only that of a charred bush. Her gentle blush lips were always chapped—she mercisely bit them whenever she was nervous. Her eyes were the color of forest mud and were much too small for her large head. Her mother used to say she was perfectly proportional when she was born, but all of the books she read had caused her head to expand in order to fit all of the words. Manon took the candle and quietly slipped out of her bed. Opening the large oak door that marked the entrance to her cell, she quietly crept down the hall towards her uncle’s library.

Madison Morrison
Brother
Melia Chendo
“you once told me that the human eye is god’s loneliest creation. how so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. the eye, alone in its socket, doesn’t even know there’s another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.” - Ocean Vuong
i remember the moments caught
behind bloodshot films i am not the veil drowning golden flecks until they collapse in ash blackened seas

Bug's Life
May Ling Roberts

Healing Tears
Carlyn Cunningham
Star-surfing Argonauts
Anonymous
sometimes i think we’re argos
sunrise {love} speak me cosmos
spun-lies come sleep please god knows
one-eyed un-sheeped we saw crows
love sings to us in small notes
polyphemed it’s all we need
softly glean of soggy dreams
my argus jeans so proudly steamed
grunge and greens frustrations screamed
too loud
you’re much too loud

Jack Rende
Our New Normal
Anonymous
Quite falls upon the city streets and towns,
Unexpected closures have us all feeling down.
A novel virus has spread across the globe,
Racing to find ways to combat this deadly microbe.
Abiding by the rules and staying 6 feet apart,
Nurses and doctors on the frontlines doing their part.
Treating patients and risking their lives each day,
Instantaneously those we love can be taken away.
Not easy to accept this new and frightening reality,
Eager for this pandemic to end and to be free.

Euphoria
Maddie Lowe

Adriana Golden
