My City By: Elliot Martin
Illustrated By: Amina Coleman-Davis The concrete jungle speaks. I hear its voice “Give me liberty or give me death!” It echoes. God speaks in this city. The city will not
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HUNGRY GIRLS By: Nadia Leiby
We are the hungry girls. Greasy hair and soft lips, we pore over our vices like rats in a dumpster tones no longer hushed as we wail our deepest fears
TO THE FIRST PERSON WHO TOOK CARE OF MY BODY By: Nadia Leiby
I am bathing in the taste of yesterday’s you, Slivers of ourselves tucked between my sheets You, mumbling beautiful nonsense, face pressed against my breast, the sirens of Richmond outside
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Back Issues by: Jonathan Nichols
TW: Abuse When I was a kid, I remember learning to say my complete address as if it were one word. I repeated it often, sometimes in my head;
The Valley by: Saira Ramos
T.W: reference to abuse In her dreams he would taunt her, older in this world but still the same gentle face that watched her as she cradled him in her