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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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
Continue reading…TO THE FIRST PERSON WHO TOOK CARE OF MY BODY By: Nadia Leiby
untitled by Vincent Mangano
before I met him I flicked a lighter down and down again on its mocking red button and turned my hands into first degree burns trying to light my citronellas.
Rainer Rilke and Oft-Tattooed Reasoning
Words by Jessie Kraemer Illustration by Megan Goldfarb “In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look
Rabble is Here
The second installment of Poictesme‘s chapbook, Rabble, is here. This publication features the extraordinary work of the ordinary people of VCU. This time around we focused on the chimerical, with